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It autumne was, and cheereful chantecleare
Had warn'd the world tuise that the day drew neare;
The three parts of the night almost war spent,
When I, poore wretch, with loue and fortune rent,
Began my eies to close, and suetest sleep,
Charming my sense, al ouer me did creep,
But scars with Lethe drops and rod of gold
Had he me made a piece of breathing mold.
Had warn'd the world tuise that the day drew neare;
The three parts of the night almost war spent,
When I, poore wretch, with loue and fortune rent,
Began my eies to close, and suetest sleep,
Charming my sense, al ouer me did creep,
But scars with Lethe drops and rod of gold
Had he me made a piece of breathing mold.
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