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    I thinke was neuer seene;
    And in my Boat I turnd about,
    And wistly viewd the Lad,
    And cleerely saw his eyes were out,
    Though Bow and Shafts he had. 
    As wistly she did me behold,
    How likst thou him, quoth she,
    Why well, quoth I; and better should,
    Had he but eyes to see. 
    How sayst thou honest friend, quoth she, 190
    Wilt thou a Prentice take,
    I thinke in time, though blind he be,
    A Ferry-man hee’ll make;
    To guide my passage Boat quoth I,
    His fine hands were not made,
    He hath beene bred too wantonly
    To vndertake my trade;
    Why helpe him to a Master then,
    Quoth she, such Youths be scant,
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    That such a Boy do want. 
    Quoth I, when you your best haue done,
    No better way you’ll finde,
    Then to a Harper binde your Sonne,
    Since most of them are blind. 
    The louely Mother and the Boy,
    Laught heartily thereat,
    As at some nimble iest or toy,
    To heare my homely Chat. 
    Quoth I, I pray you let me know, 210
    Came he thus first to light,
    Or by some sicknesse, hurt, or blow,
    Depryued of his sight;
    Nay sure, quoth she, he thus was borne,
    Tis strange borne blind, quoth I,
    I feare you put this as a scorne
    On my simplicity;
    Quoth she, thus blind I did him beare,
    Quoth I, if’t be no lye,
    Then he ’s the first blind man Ile sweare, 220
    Ere practisd Archery,
    A man, quoth she, nay there you misse,
    He ’s still a Boy as now,
    Nor to be elder then he is,
    The Gods will him alow;
    To be no elder then he is,
    Then sure he is some sprite
    I straight replide, againe at this,
    The Goddesse laught out right;
    It is a mystery to me, 230
    An Archer and yet blinde;
    Quoth I againe, how can it be,
    That he his marke should finde;
    The Gods, quoth she, whose will it was
    That he should want his sight,
    That he in something should surpasse,
    To recompence their spight,
    Gaue him this gift, though at his Game
    He still shot in the darke,
    That he should haue so certaine ayme, 240
    As not to misse his marke. 
    By this time we were come a shore,
    When me my Fare she payd,
    But not a word she vttered more,
    Nor had I her bewrayd,
    Of Venus nor of Cupid I
    Before did neuer heare,
    But that Fisher comming by
    Then, told me who they were.

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    As before we haue decreed,
    That the Goddesse and her Child,
    Be for euer hence exild,
    Which Lelipa you shall proclaime
    In our wise Apollo’s name.