With tawed hands, and hard ytanned skin.
40.
The morrowe gray no sooner hath begon
To spreade his light, euen peping in our eyes,
When[1532] hee is vp, and to his worke yrun:
But let the night’s blacke misty mantles rise,
And with foule darke neuer so mutch disguise
The fayre bright day, yet ceasseth hee no while,
But hath his candels to prolong his toyle.
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