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Section 246
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1Tamo.
2Haue I not reason thinke you to looke pale.
3These two haue tic'd me hither to this place,
4A barren, detested vale you see it is.
5The Trees though Sommer, yet forlorne and leane,
6Ore‑come with Mosse, and balefull Misselto.
7Heere neuer shines the Sunne, heere nothing breeds,
8Vnlesse the nightly Owle, or fatall Rauen: