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Sonnet II.
[Soone as the Azur-color'd Gates of th' East]
Soone as the Azur-color'd Gates of th' East,were set wide open by the watchful Morne,
I walkt abroad, (as hauing tooke no rest)
(for nights are tedious to a man forlorne,)
And viewing well each pearle-bedewed flower,
then waxing dry by splendour of the sunne,
All scarled-hew'd I saw him gin to lower,
and blush, as though some haynous act were don.
At this amaz'd, I hy'de me home amaine,
thinking that I his anger caused had;
And at his set, abroad I walkt againe,
when (loe) the Moone lookt wondrous pale and sad.
Anger the one, and enuie mou'd the other,
To see my loue more faire then Loues faire mother.
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