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XX.

[Now the Earth, the Skies, the Ayre]

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.