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 In th'everlasting bliss; which with Thy precious blood Thou purchase didst for us." With that a sigh he fet, And straight a cloudy mist his senses overcast. His lips waxed pale and wan, like damask rose's bud Cast from the stalk; or like in field to purple flower Which languisheth, being shred by culter as it past. A trembling chilly cold ran through their veins, which were With eyes brimful of tears to see his fatal hour: Whose blustering sighs at first their sorrow did declare; Next, murmuring ensued; at last they not forbear Plain outcries; all against the heavens that enviously Deprived us of a sprite so perfect and so rare. The sun his lightsome beams did shroud, and hide his face For grief; whereby the earth feared night eternally: The mountains eachwhere shook, the rivers turned their streams; And th'air 'gan winter-like to rage and fret apace: And grisly ghosts by night were seen; and fiery gleams Amid the clouds with claps of thunder, that did seem To rent the skies; and made both man and beast afraid: The birds of ill presage this luckless chance foretold By dernful noise; and dogs with howling made man deem Some mischief was at hand: for such they do esteem As tokens of mishap; and so have done of old. Ah, that thou hadst but heard his lovely STELLA plain Her grievous loss, or seen her heavy mourning cheer; Whilst she, with woe oppressed, her sorrows did unfold.