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THE QVEENE,returning to London after a long absence.
How had you walk'd in Mists of Sea-coale-smoake,Such as your ever teeming Wives would choak,(False Sonnes of thrift!) did not her beauties lightDispell your Clouds, and quicken your dull sight?As when, th'illustrious Officer of Day,(First worship'd in the East) 'gins to displayThe glory of his beames; then Buds unfoldTheir chary Leafes; each dew-drownd MarigoldInsensibly doth stirre it selfe, and spread;Each Violet lifts up, the pensive Head;So when the Rayes of her faire Eyes appeare,To warme, and gild your clouded Hemispheare;

Tho!

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