Act I, Scene 33

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• Shakespeare. Full many a glorious morning have I seen
  Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, 450
  Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
  Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
  Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
  With ugly rack on his celestial face,
  And from the forlorn world his visage hide, 455
  Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
  Even so my sun one early morn did shine
  With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
  But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
  The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. 460
  Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
  Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.