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II.
[Is there no day, madam, for you? is all]
Is there no day, madam, for you? is allA sullen night? it is not out of choice;
Ffor watchful virtue never did reioice
In darknes, when it subiect was to fall.
But you are ledd by some unluckie hand
That guids yo'r feet into a path obscure,
Yett lookes that you as steadily should stand
As at nooneday, and keep your feet as pure.
Oh, pardon mee; should I bee guided soe
From light, from truth, and from the sight of men,
My guides should to[o] late and [too] clearely know
That darkness was the way to Error's den;
And hee should feele, that bard me from ye light,
The best tyme to revenge my wrongs were night.
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