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No feather'd chorister of chearful note Salutes my dusky gate, to bring the moon, But birds of frightful omen, Screich owls, Bats, And ravens such as haunt old ruin'd castles Make no distinction here, 'twixt sun & moon But join their clattering wings with their loud creaks That sing ^[[addition]] hoarse [[/addition]] midnight dirges all the hours. Q. Eliz O horror, Cecil, stop thy ears & mine. How cruel Morton, is she guilty now? She cannot be ambitious of my crown; For tho' it be a glorious thing to sight Yet like a glitt'ring, gaudy snake it sits Wreathing about a princes tortur'd brow: And Oh! it has a thousand stings as fatal Thou hast no more to say? -- Nor-- I found this mourning excellent alone. She was asleep, not on a purple bed A gorgeous palat, but upon the floor Which a mean carpet clad, whereon she sat
