Ovid's Elegies

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was my mother sister vnto Shee was my Lord, and onely Issabel, Was all the daughters that this Phillip had, Whome afterward your father tooke to And from the fragrant garden of her wombe, Your gratious selfe the flower of Europes Deriued is inheritor to Fraunce. But not the rancor of rebellious When thus the lynage of Bew was out; The French obscurd your mothers Priuiledge, And though she were the next of blood, proclaymed Iohn of the house of Valoys now their The reason was, they say the Realme of Fraunce, Repleat with Princes of great parentage, Ought not admit a gouernor to rule, Except he be discended of the male,