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[57.] As when some brook flies from it self away
[I]
As when some brook flies from it self away,The murmuring Christal loosly runs astray.
And as about the verdant plane it windes,
The meadows with a silver ribbon bindes,
Printing a kiss on every Flower she meets,
Loosing her selfe, to fit them with new sweets.
II
To scatter frost upon the Lillies Head,And Scarlet on the Gilloflower to spread;
So melting sorrow, in the fair disguise
Of humid Stars, flow'd from bright Cloris Eyes,
Which watring every Flower her Cheek discloses,
Melt into Iesmines here there into Roses.
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