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milton-minor-1692		milton-minor-1692			.txt	text/plain	16578	1502	94	Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15 Have thou the honor first thy Lord to greet, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? But come, thou Goddess fair and free, And in thy right hand lead with thee 35 Come; but keep thy wonted state, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes: 40 Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long _Lady._ Nay, gentle shepherd, ill is lost that praise _Comus._ What chance, good Lady, hath bereft you thus? _Lady._ Shepherd, I take thy word, _Eld. Bro._ Unmuffle, ye faint stars; and thou, fair moon, Thou hast immanacled while Heaven sees good. That thou hast banished from thy tongue with lies. Come, let us haste; the stars grow high, Such Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, 5	./cache/milton-minor-1692.txt	./txt/milton-minor-1692.txt