These dreames considered with this sodayne newes
So diuers from theyr doings ouer night,
Did cause me not a litle for to muse,
I blest me, and rise[1286] in all the hast I might:
By this, Aurora spred abroade the light,
Which fro the endes of Phebus beames she tooke,
Who than the bulls cheife gallery forsooke.
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Whan I had opened the window to looke out,
There might I see the stretes ech where beset,