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1Lor.
2The moone shines bright. In such a night as this,
3When the sweet winde did gently kisse the trees,
4And they did make no noyse, in such a night
5Troylus me thinkes mounted the Troian
6walls,
7And sigh'd his soule toward the Grecian tents
8Where Cressed lay that night.