Crowned with flowres I saw faire Amarillis, by Thirsis sit, hard by a fount of Christall, And with her hand more white then snow or Lillies, On sand shee wrote, my faith shall be immortall, And sodainely a storme of winde and weather, Blew all her faith and sand away together.
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