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[This night the Moone eclipsed was]

This night the Moone eclipsed was
Alas,
Butt quickly she did brightlier shine
Devine,
Prognosticating by sweet raine
That all things showld bee cleere againe,
Sweet raine foretells us good to growe,
And flowe,
Coole drops sweet moisture, flowers bring
To spring,
Which fruict brings forthe, and soe shall wee
Live hopefully all good to see,
Butt in this time the sun is loste
And crost,
Thought in Antipides nott quite beereft
Nor left,
Butt in just course shall come againe,
And with pure light both shine, and raigne.