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Good Morrow.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Good Morrow.

Good morrow unto her, who in the night
Shoots from her silver brow more light
Then Cynthia, upon whose state
All other servile stars of Beauty wait.
Good morrow unto her, who gives the day,
Whose eyes preserve a purer Ray
Then Phœbus, when in Thetis streams
He hath new bath'd himself, and washt his beames.
The day and night are onely thine, and we
Were lost in darknes but for thee;
For thee we live, all hearts are thine,
But none so full of faith and flame as mine.