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Bush.
Each substance of a greefe hath twenty shadows
Which shewes like greefe it selfe, but is not so:
For sorrowes eye, glazed with blinding teares,
Diuides one thing intire, to many obiects,
Like perspectiues, which rightly gaz'd vpon
Shew nothing but confusion, ey'd awry,
Distinguish forme: so your sweet Maiestie
Looking awry vpon your Lords departure,
Finde shapes of greefe, more then himselfe to waile,
Which look'd on as it is, is naught bur shadowes
Of what it is not: then thrice‑gracious Queene,
More then your Lords departure weep not, more's not
(seene;
Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrowes eie,
Which for things true, weepe things imaginary.