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[IX. In pleasant sommers morning]
In pleasant sommers morning,Close shrouded in a groue,
Amintas thus sat mourning,
For Scilla his faire loue,
O cruell Fates and spightfull,
Her absence I lament,
Whose presence so delightfull,
Did yeeld such sweet content.
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