MAD

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Do not approach to bring the wofull Day,
When I must bid for aye
Farewell to her, and live in endlesse plight.
Faire Moon with gentle Beames
The sight who never mars,
Cleare long-Heavens sable Vault, and you bright Stars
Your golden Locks long view in Earths pure streames;
Let Phoebus never rise
To dim your watchfull Eyes.
Prolong (alas) … my short delight,
And if ye can … Eternall Night.