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[7] The Newyeares Gift
This is the time, when that the Druid's sage,Their mysticke Mistleto,
Divided to
The superstitious Vulgar, as a gage
Of future happynes,
And good successe,
Which unto them the Newborne yeare should give:
At this time freinds did try,
For to comply,
And with their mutuall donatives did strive,
To strengthen, or renue
Affection true:
But now my taske it is, and my delight,
To heighten, and improve
Diviner love:
And t'wixt my God, and mee, to sett things right;
To whom I did commend,
And humbly send
A Heart with praises fraught: My gracious Lord
Accepted of my strene,
With lookes serene;
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Replenish'd with content,
Most excellent:
And I this Newyeares gift esteemed more,
Then all, which ever I receiv'd before./
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