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Scarce had the morning Starre hid from the light

Heauens crimson Canopie with stars bespangled,

But I began to rue th' vnhappy sight

Of that faire Boy that had my hart intangled;

Cursing the Time, the Place, the sense, the sin;

I came, I saw, I viewd, I slipped in.

II. If it be sinne to loue a sweet-fac'd Boy,

(Whose amber locks trust vp in golden tramels

Dangle adowne his louely cheekes with ioy,

When pearle and flowers his faire haire enamels)

If it bo sinne to loue a louely Lad;

Oh then sinne I, for whom my soule is sad.