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Eleg. 6.

Faire Virgin Sion, where (ah) where are those
Pure cheekes, wherein the Lilly, and the Rose
So much contended lately for the place,
Till both compounded in thy glorious face?
How hast thou blear'd those sun-bright eies of thine
Those beames, the royall Magazens of divine
And sacred Majesty, from whose pure light,
The purblind worldlings did receive their sight,

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Thy fearfull Princes, leave their fencelesse towers,
And flie like Harts, before their swift pursuers;
Like light-foot Harts they flie, not knowing where,
Prickt on with Famine, and distracted Feare.