O what unhop't for sweet supply ! O what ioyes exceeding ! What an affecting charme feele I, From delight proceeding ! That which I long despair'd to be, To her I am, and shee to mee. Shee that alone in cloudy griefe Long to mee appeared, Shee now alone with bright reliefe All those clouds hath cleared. Both are immortall and diuine : Since I am hers, and she is mine.
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