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100:01;001[U ]| Light, I salute thee; but with wounded nerues:
100:01;001[U ]| Wishing thy golden splendor, pitchy darknesse.
100:01;001[U ]| What is here? The arraignment? Aye: This, this is it$6@1$,
100:01;001[U ]| That$6@1$ our$6@2$ sunke eyes have wak't for$5$, all this while:
100:01;001[U ]| Here will$1$ be subiect for$4$ my Snakes and me,
100:01;001[U ]| Cling to$4$ my necke and wrists my louing Wormes;
100:01;001[U ]| And cast you round, in$4$ soft, and amorous foulds,
100:01;001[U ]| Till I do bid, vncurle: Then, breake your knots;
100:01;001[U ]| Shoote out your*selues at length, as your forc'd stings
100:01;001[U ]| Would hide them*selues within his malic't sides,
100:01;001[U ]| To$4$ whom I shall apply you. Stay: the shine
100:01;001[U ]| Of this assembly here offends my sight,
100:01;001[U ]| I will$1$ darken that$6@2$ first, and out-face their grace.
100:01;001[U ]| Wonder not if I stare: These fifteene weekes
100:01;001[U ]| (So$5@1$ long as since t . . .
