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soon as peeping Lucifer, Aurora's star,

The sky with golden periwigs doth spangle;

So soon as Phœbus gives us light from far,

So soon as fowler doth the bird entangle;

Soon as the watchful bird, clock of the morn,

Gives intimation of the day's appearing;

Soon as the jolly hunter winds his horn,

His speech and voice with custom's echo clearing;

Soon as the hungry lion seeks his prey

In solitary range of pathless mountains;

Soon as the passenger sets on his way,

So soon as beasts resort unto the fountains;

So soon mine eyes their office are discharging,

And I my griefs with greater griefs enlarging.