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Section 641
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1Rom.
2It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne:
3No Nightingale: looke Loue what enuious streakes
4Do lace the seuering Cloudes in yonder East:
5Nights Candles are burnt out, and Iocond day
6Stands tipto on the mistie Mountaines tops,
7I must be gone and liue, or stay and die.