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Now was the Welkyn all inuelloped

With duskie Mantle of the sable Night:

And CYNTHIA, lifting up her drouping head,

Blusht at the Beautie of her borrowed light,

When Sleepe now summon'd euery mortal wight.

Then loe (me thought) I saw or seem'd to see,

An heauenly Creature like an Angell bright,

That in great haste came pacing towards me:

Was neuer mortall eye beheld so faire a Shee.

Thou lazie man (quoth she) what mak'st thou heere

(Luld in the lap of Honours Enimie?)

I heere commaund thee now for to appeare

(By vertue of Loues mickle Maiestie)

In yonder Wood. (Which with her finger shee

Out-poynting) had no sooner turn'd her face,

And leaning mee to muze what she should bee,

Yuanished into some other place:

But straite (me thought) I saw a rout of heauenlie Race.