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Scarce had the morning starre hid from the light / Heavens crimson canopie with stars bespangled, / But I began to rue th' unhappy sight / Of that faire boy that had my hart intangled; / Cursing the time, the place, the sense, the sin; / I came, I saw, I viewd, I slipped in.
If it be sinne to love a sweet-fac'd boy, / Whose amber locks trust up in golden tramels / Dangle adowne his lovely cheekes with joy, / When pearle and flowers his faire haire enamels; / If it be sinne to love a lovely lad, / Oh then sinne I, for whom my soule is sad.