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Loe in the Orient when the gracious light
Lifts vp his burning head,each vnder eye
Doth homage to his new appearing ſight,
Seruing with lookes his ſacred maieſty,
And hauing climb’d the ſteepe vp heauenly hill,
Reſembling ſtrong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortall lookes adore his beauty ſtill,
Attending on his goulden pilgrimage:
But when from high-moſt pich with wery car,
Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
The eys(fore dutious)now conuerted are
From his low tract and looke an other way:
   So thou,thy selfe out-going in thy noon:
   Vnlok’d on dieſt vnleſſe thou get a ſonne.

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