Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green
Or where his beams may not dissolve the ice
In temperate heat where he is felt and seen
With proud people, in presence sad and wise
Set me in base, or yet in high degree,
In long night or in the shortest day,
In clear weather or where mists thickest be,
In lost youth, or when my hairs are grey.

Henry Howard​​​​​​​
CAUGHT THE SUN
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CAUGHT THE SUN

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