text_original: See, narrow brow'd Lycoris, how she glows For Cyrus! Cyrus turns away his head To Pholoe's frown; but sooner gentle roes Apulian wolves shall wed, Than Pholoe to so mean a conqueror strike: So Venus wills it; 'neath her brazen yoke She loves to couple forms and minds unlike, All for a heartless joke.
text_transcription: SEE NARROW BROWED LICHORIS HOW SHE GLOWS FOR CYRUS CYRUS TURNS AWAY HIS HEAD TO FOLLOW HIS FROWN BUT SOONER GENTLE ROSE APULIAN WOLVES SHALL WED THAN FOLLOW WE TO SO MEAN A CONQUEROR STRIKE SO VENUS WILLS IT NEATH HER BRAZEN YOKE SHE LOVES TO COUPLE FORMS AND MINDS UNLIKE ALL FOR A HEARTLESS JOKE
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