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And in his armes embracing fast hir boughes and braunches lythe,
He proferde kisses to the tree, the tree did from him writhe.

— Arthur Golding Metamorphosis (1567)

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Of shapes transformde to bodies straunge, I purpose to entreate.

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As Phoebus would have spoken more, away Penaeis stale
With fearefull steppes, and left him in the midst of all his tale.

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"Well" (quoth Apollo) "though my Feere and spouse thou can not bee,
Assuredly from this tyme forth yet shalt thou be my tree."

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With skill, heede, and judgment, this worke must be read,
For else to the Reader it standes in small stead.

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The serpent Python so forswolne, whose filthie wombe did hide
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