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10. Sonet.
[My Cælia sat once by a christal brooke]
My
Cælia sat once by a christal brooke,
Gazing how smoothly the cleere streams did slide,
Who had no sooner her sweet sight espi'd,
When with amazement they did on her looke,
The waters slyding by her seem'd to mourne,
Desirous stil for to behold her beauty,
Neglecting to the Ocean their duty,
In thousand strange Meanders made returne,
But oh! againe with what an heauenly tune,
Those pleasant streames that issued from the spring,
To see that goddesse did appeare to sing,
Whom hauing view'd did as the first had done.
If those pure streames delighted so to eye her,
Iudge how my soule doth surfet when I see her.
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