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Normale Version: AS when ye brighte Cerulian firmament
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AS when ye brighte Cerulian firmament
hathe not his glory wth black cloudes defas'te,
Soe were my thoughts voyde of all discontent ;
and wth noe myste of passions ouercast
they all were pure and cleare, till at the last
an ydle careles thoughte forthe wandringe wente
and of yt poysonous beauty tooke a taste
Wch doe the harts of louers so torment:
then as it chauncethe in a flock of sheepe
when some contagious yll breedes first in one
daylie it spreedes & secretly doth creepe
till all the silly troupe be ouergone.
So by close neighbourhood wth in my brest
one scuruy thoughte infecteth all the rest.
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