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Section 542
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1King.
2So sweete a kisse the golden Sunne giues not,
3To those fresh morning drops vpon the Rose,
4As thy eye beames, when their fresh rayse haue smot.
5The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes.
6Nor shines the siluer Moone one halfe so bright,
7Through the transparent bosome of the deepe,
8As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light: