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ON THE FAYRE GERALDYNE.

Goe, Muse to Hunsdon, and espye
What giveth to myne harte a sighe;
And yet to every other harte
Bright floodes of joyance doeth emparte.
There may thou see a sunne that cloude
Did never yet with darkness shroude;
And straunge, no mortals on that sunne
Withouten hurte may looke uponne.
Now, Lady Muse, should it be so,
Thou doest not this my loadsterre knowe,
Goe unto Hunsdon, caste thyne eien
On all the world's fayre Geraldyne.