160955Here ouercome as one full of di
spaire,
956She vaild her eye-lids, who like
sluces
stopt
957The chri
stall tide, that from her two cheeks faire,
958In the
sweet channell of her bo
some dropt.
959 But through the
floud-gates breaks the
siluer rain,
960 And with his
strong cour
se opens them againe.
161961O how her eyes, and teares, did lend, and borrow,
962Her eye
seene in the teares, teares in her eye,
963Both chri
stals, where they viewd ech others
sorrow:
964Sorrow, that friendly
sighs
sought
still to drye,
965 But like a
stormie day, now wind, now raine,
966 Sighs drie her cheeks, tears make thē wet againe.
162967Variable pa
ssions throng her con
stant wo,
968As
striuing who
should be
st become her griefe,
969All entertaind, ech pa
ssion labours
so,
970That euerie pre
sent
sorrow
seemeth chiefe,
971 But none is be
st, then ioyne they all together,
972 Like many clouds, con
sulting for foule weather.
163973By this farre o
ff,
she heares
some hunt
sman hallow,
974A nour
ses
song nere plea
sd her babe
so well,
975The dyre imagination
she did follow,
976This
sound of hope doth labour to expell,
977 For now reuiuing ioy bids her reioyce,
978 And
flatters her, it is Adonis voyce.
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