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SONNET. 5.
[Or when I lyke my pen for to imploy]
Or when I lyke my pen for to imployOf fertile Harvest in the description trew:
Let Readers think, they instantly conuoy
The busie shearers for to reap their dew,
By cutting rypest cornes with hookes anew:
Which cornes their heauy heads did dounward bow,
Els seking earth againe, from whence they grew,
And vnto Ceres do their seruice vow.
Let Readers also surely think and trow,
They see the painfull Vigneron pull the grapes:
First tramping them, and after pressing now
The grenest clusters gathered into heapes.
Let then the Harvest so viue to them appeare,
As if they saw both cornes and clusters neare.
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