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And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
So is her face illumin'd with her eye.

Whose beams upon his hairless face are fixt,
As if from thence they borrow'd all their shine:
Were never four such lamps together mixt,
Had not his clouded with his brows repine:
But hers, which thro the Chrystal tears gave light,
Shone like the Moon in water seen by night.

O where am I (quoth she) in earth or heaven,
Or in the Ocean drencht, or in the fire?
What hour is this, or morn, or weary even?
Do I delight to die, or life desire?
But now I liv'd, and life was deaths annoy:
But now I dy'd, and death was lively joy.

O thou didst kill me, kill me once again,
Thy eyes, shrew'd tutor, that hard heart of thine,
Hath taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain,
That they have murdred this poor heart of mine;
And these mine eyes, true leaders to their Queen,
But for thy pitious lips no more had seen.

Long may they kiss each other for this cure:
Oh never let their crimson liveries wear,
And as they last, their verdure still endure,
To drive infection from the dangerous year;
That the Star-gazers having writ on death,
May say, the plague is banisht by thy breath.

Pure