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XX.

[Now the Earth, the Skies, the Ayre]

Now the Earth, the Skies, the Ayre, All things faire, Seemes new borne thoughts t'infuse, whil'st the returning Spring, Ioyes each thing, and blasted hopes renewes.

When onely I alone, Left to mone, Finde no times borne for mee. No flowres, no medow springs. No Bird sings. But notes of miserie.