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glorious sun, from whence my lesser light

The substance of his crystal shine doth borrow,

Let these my moans find favour in thy sight.

And with remorse extinguish now my sorrow!

Renew those lamps which thy disdain hath quenched,

As Phœbus doth his sister Phœbe's shine;

Consider how thy Corin being drenched

In seas of woe, to thee his plaints incline,

And at thy feet with tears doth sue for grace,

Which art the goddess of his chaste desire;

Let not thy frowns these labours poor deface

Although aloft they at the first aspire;

And time shall come as yet unknown to men

When I more large thy praises forth shall pen!