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1     X| heaven cast up his eyne,~His color and his countenance changed
2   XII|  fair and bright,~In her thy color white new terror wrought,~
3  XIII|    mistress dear,~The lively color from his cheek was fled,~
4    XV|      couched been,~Do in one color never long remain,~But change
5 XVIII|   and in a coat him dight~Of color strange, cut in the warlike
6 XVIII|  folk abides,~Nor changed he color, countenance or place,~But
7   XIX|   ire,~And in his cheeks the color went and came,~For there
8    XX| sorrow.~As the pale rose her color lost renews~With the fresh