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Section 580
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1Pyr.
2Sweet Moone, I thank thee for thy sunny beames,
3I thanke thee Moone, for shining now so bright:
4For by thy gracious, golden, glittering beames,
5I trust to taste of truest Thisbies sight.
6But stay: O spight! but marke, poore Knight,
7What dreadful dole is heere?
8Eyes do you see! How can it be!