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When peevish flaws his soul have stirred / To fretful tears for crossed desires, / Obedient to his mother's word / My child to banishment retires.
As disappears the moon, when wind / Heaps miles of mist her visage o'er, / So vanisheth his face behind / The cloud of his white pinafore.