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[XVIII. Nere let the Sunne with his deceiuing light]

Nere let the Sunne with his deceiuing light,
Seeke to make glad these watry eyes of mine,
My sorrow sutes with melancholy night,
I ioy in dole, in languishment I pine,
My deerest friend is set, hee was my Sunne,
With whom my mirth, my ioy, and all is done.