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[XI. 2. Part. And when day's fled with slow pace]

And when day's fled with slow pace

And when day's fled with slow pace, Ile returne to meete darke night attierd in sable weeds, and dresse my self in black with him to mourne because the sun ne doth shun his sight, doth shun his sight, I mourne cause darkenes cuts of my delight.