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On the Evening.

To his deare friend and brother, Mr Thomas Bowdon.
Rise, rise, yee sootie horse from duskie dale,
And draw your Mistresse in a sable vaile:
Who rides it out with her knot curled haire,
Like to an Æthiope in an Ebonie chaire:
Whose dark unseemly face is wrapt in shrowds,
With Styx dy'd curtains of congealed clouds.
Rise thou pale Queen of night, prepare thy carres,
And climb you glittring glorious mount of stars.