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1Sal.
2Ah Richard, with eyes of heauie mind,
3I see thy Glory, like a shooting Starre,
4Fall to the base Earth, from the Firmament:
5Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West,
6Witnessing Stormes to come, Woe, and Vnrest:
7Thy Friends are fled, to wait vpon thy Foes,
8And crossely to thy good, all fortune goes.