“The gray ey’d morne smiles on the frowning night,
Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streakes of light,
And darknesse fleckel’d like a drunkard reeles,
From forth dayes pathway, made by Titans wheeles.”
Then almost immediately after, the Friar gives the same lines, with very slight but distinctive changes:
“The gray ey’d morne smiles on the frowning night,
Checkring the Easterne Cloudes with streaks of light,
And fleckled darknesse like a drunkard reeles,
From forth daies path, and Titans burning wheeles.”
The modern editors cut out one quatrain as a supposed mistake, the decipherer discovers by the keys and joining-words that each has a place—the first in one work, and the second in another.