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SCEN. III.

Thirsis
solus.
This is the day, the day, the lamentable day
Of my destruction, which the Sun hath twice
Returnd vnto my griefe, which keepe one course
Continually with it in motion like.

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But that they neuer set: this day doth claime
Th'especiall tribute of my sighes and teares,
Though euery day I duely pay my teares
Vnto that soule which this day left the world.
And yet I know not why? me thoughts the Sun
Arose this day with farre more cheerefull raies
With brighter beames, then vsually it did
As if it would bring something of release
Vnto my cares, or else my spirit hath had
Some manner of intelligence with hope
Wherewith my heart is vnacquainted yet:
And that might cause mine eie with quicker-sence,
To note th'appearing of the eie of heauen;
But something sure I feele which doth beare vp
The weight of sorrow easier then before.