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On the Morning.

To his deare friend and cousin, Mr Allan Penny, Citizen of Exeter.
The morning golden horse rush forth amain,
Spending their breath, suckt frō the Eastern plain;
And posting still with speed through gentle aire,
Hurle their perfumes from out the glittring chair.
The Suns bright Steeds come running up again
To Taurus top, still glad to see the plain
Of Indolstan: and now begins t'approach
The winged Messenger of heaven, in's Coach


Of ruddy flames; night-wandring stars have done
Their stragling course, and now the day's begun.
Bright burning Luna drags her dazling taile
Into the dungeon of a darksome vaile.