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Weeping.
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See where she sits, and in what comely wise,Drops Tears more fair then others Eyes!
Ah, charming Maid, let not ill Fortune see
Th'attire thy sorrow wears,
Nor know the beauty of thy Tears:
For shee'l still come to dress her self in Thee.
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As stars reflect on waters, so I spyIn every drop (methinks) her Eye.
The Baby, which lives there, and alwayes plays
In that illustrious sphære,
Like a Narcissus does appear,
Whilst in his flood the lovely Boy did gaze.
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Ne're yet did I behold so glorious weather,As this Sun-shine and Rain together.
Pray Heav'en her Forehead, that pure Hill of snow,
(For some such Fountain we must find,
To waters of so fair a kind)
Melt not, to feed that beauteous stream below.
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Ah, mighty Love, that it were inward HeatWhich made this precious Limbeck sweat!
But what, alas, ah what does it avail
That she weeps Tears so wondrous cold,
As scarce the Asses hoof can hold,
So cold, that I admire they fall not Hail.
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