That gaue mee light fyrst to behold thy face,
With foule eclipse had reft my sight away:
Th’vnhappy[1643] hower, the tyme, and eke the place,[1644]
The sunne and moone, the stars, and all that was
In theire aspects helping in ought to thee,
The earth and ayre, and all, accursed bee.
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And thou caytyfe, that like a monster swarued
From kinde and kindnes, hast thy maister lorne,
Whom neyther trueth, nor trust wherein thou serued,