No Arabs, Turkes, Moores, Sarazens, nor strangers,
Woods, Wildernesse, and darke, vmbragous Caues,
No Serpents, Beasts, nor cruel fatall dangers,
Nor sad regrates of ghostly groning graues,
Could thee affright, disswade, disturbe, annoy,
To venture life, to winne a world of ioy:
This Worke, which pompe-expecting eyes may feed,
To Vs, and Thee, shall perfect pleasure breed.
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