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[4] Solitude
Though to the world I seeme to bee,
Mix'd in a concurse of societye,
Farre from a life contemplative,
Yet with a Desert I dare strive,
For solitude, and in this can
Both personate the Owle, and Pellican.
Mix'd in a concurse of societye,
Farre from a life contemplative,
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For solitude, and in this can
Both personate the Owle, and Pellican.
The tender Bee doth dwell
All winter, in his warme sexangled cell:
Untill Aurora bright besmeares
The woods, with her melliflo'us teares,
And to the feilds doth him invite,
With new borne flowres, to feast his appetite.
All winter, in his warme sexangled cell:
Untill Aurora bright besmeares
The woods, with her melliflo'us teares,
And to the feilds doth him invite,
With new borne flowres, to feast his appetite.
But I am to my cell confin'd,
By longer winter and blasts more unkind,
Then those of Boreas, where I doe
Endeavour to improve my woe,
(And though uncloyster'd) yet dare vye
Sad howres, with the monasticke Votarye.
By longer winter and blasts more unkind,
Then those of Boreas, where I doe
Endeavour to improve my woe,
(And though uncloyster'd) yet dare vye
Sad howres, with the monasticke Votarye.
While in this vale of teares I stay,
Those upper springs unto mee Lord bewray,
That when these nether springs are dry'd,
Those may arise with a full tide,
To cleanse the guilt of that defect,
Which my two nether springs could not effect.
Those upper springs unto mee Lord bewray,
That when these nether springs are dry'd,
Those may arise with a full tide,
To cleanse the guilt of that defect,
Which my two nether springs could not effect.
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