““To-night I bunt ye darklynge wode, 
Fine sporte mine schall bee, 
Where deere and fox do brush ye dew 
And glow thir etes to me. 
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““Mine be ye howlets eies to-night, 
Ye satlynge moone my sonne, 
Ye glo-bugge for my lanterne brite, 
And humanitie my gunue.” 
