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[Faire Moone who with thy Cold and Siluer Shine]

Faire Moone who with thy Cold and Siluer Shine
Makes sweet the Horrour of the dreadfull Night,
Delighting the weake Eye with Smiles diuine,
Which Phebvs dazells with his too much Light.
Bright Queene of the first Heauen, if in thy Shrine
By turning oft, and Heauens eternall Might,
Thou hast not yet that once sweet Fire of thine
Endemion, forgot, and Louers Plight?
If Cause like thine may Pitie breede in thee,
And Pitie somewhat els to it obtaine,
Since thou hast Power of Dreames as well as Hee
Who paints strange Figures in the slumbring Braine:
Now while She sleepes in dolefull Guise her Show
These Teares, and the blacke Mappe of all my Woe.