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A beautifull Mistris.
If when the Sun at noone displayesHis brighter rayes,
Thou but appeare,
He then all pale with shame and feare,
Quencheth his light,
Hides his darke brow, flyes from thy sight,
And growes more dimme
Compar'd to thee, then starres to him.
If thou but show thy face againe,
When darkenesse doth at midnight raigne,
The darkenesse flyes, and light is hurl'd,
Round about the silent world:
So as alike thou driu'st away,
Both light and darkenesse, night and day.
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