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THe weary
yeare his race now hauing run,
The new begins his
compast course anew:
with shew of morning mylde he
hath begun,
betokening peace and plenty to ensew,
So let vs, which this chaunge of weather vew,
chaunge eeke our mynds and former liues amend
the
old yeares sinnes forepast let vs eschew,
and fly
the faults with which we did offend.
Then shall the
new yeares ioy forth freshly send,
into the glooming
world his gladsome ray:
and all these stormes which
now his beauty blend,
shall turne to caulmes and
tymely cleare away.
So likewise loue cheare you your
heauy spright,
and chaunge old yeares annoy to new
delight.
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