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nd with them eke, O Goddesse heavenly bright,[*]Mirrour of grace and Majestie divine,Great Lady of the greatest Isle, whose light 30Like Phoebus lampe[*] throughout the world doth shine,Shed thy faire beames into my feeble eyne,And raise my thoughts, too humble and too vile,To thinke of that true glorious type of thine,[*]The argument of mine afflicted stile:[*] 35The which to heare, vouchsafe, O dearest dred,[*] a-while. * * * * *
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