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[xxxv] A Louers Plaint.

In midst of silent Night,
When Men, Birds, Beasts, doe rest,
With Loue, and Feare possest
To Heauen, and Flore, I count my heauie Plight.
Againe with roseate Wings
When Morne peepes forth, and Philomela sings,
Then Voyde of all Reliefe,
Doe I renew my Griefe:
Day followes Night, Night Day, whilst still I proue,
That Heauen is deafe, Flore carelesse of my Loue.