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A Ladie weeping.
As when some Brook flies from it self away,The murm'ring Christal loosely runs astray.
And as about the verdant Plain it windes,
The Meadows with a silver ribband bindes,
Printing a kisse on every Flower she meets,
Loosing her self to fill them with new sweets,
To scatter frost upon the Lilies Head,
And Scarlet on the Gilliflower to spread;
So melting sorrow, in the fair disguise
Of humid Stars, flow'd from bright Cloris Eyes,
Which watring every Flower her Cheek discloses,
Melt into Jesmines here there into Roses.
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