A glorious day, by gracious fortune sent,
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In each revolving year to be in triumph spent.
Then in few weeks that cloudy brow had been
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Without a wonder or a whisper seen;
And none had been so weak as to inquire,
"Why pouts my Lady?" or "why frowns the Squire?"
How fair these names, how much unlike they look
To all the blurr'd subscriptions in my book: