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842For lovers' hours are long, though seeming short.
843If pleased themselves, others they think, delight
844In such like circumstance with such like sport.
845 Their copious stories, oftentimes begun,
846 End without audience and are never done.
848But idle sounds resembling parasites,
849Like shrill-tongued tapsters answering every call,
850Soothing the humor of fantastic wits?
851 She says, "'Tis so"; they answer all, "'Tis so,"
852 And would say after her, if she said "No."
854From his moist cabinet mounts up on high
855And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
856The sun ariseth in his majesty,
857 Who doth the world so gloriously behold,
858 That cedar tops and hills seem burnished gold.
860"O, thou clear god and patron of all light,
861From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow
862The beauteous influence that makes him bright,
863 There lives a sun that sucked an earthly mother
864 May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other."
866Musing the morning is so much o'erworn,
867And yet she hears no tidings of her love.
868She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn;
869 Anon she hears them chant it lustily,
870 And all in haste she coasteth to the cry.