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On a Bank as I sate a Fishing,
A description of the Spring.
And now all Nature seem'd in Love,
The lusty Sap began to move;
New Juice did stir th'embracing Vines;
And Birds had drawn their Valentines:
The jealous Trout, that low did lie,
Rose at a well-dissembled Flie:
There stood my friend, with patient Skill
Attending of his trembling quill.
Already were the Eaves possest
With the swift Pilgrims daubed nest.
The Groves already did rejoyce
In Philomels triumphing voyce.
The lusty Sap began to move;
New Juice did stir th'embracing Vines;
And Birds had drawn their Valentines:
The jealous Trout, that low did lie,
Rose at a well-dissembled Flie:
There stood my friend, with patient Skill
Attending of his trembling quill.
Already were the Eaves possest
With the swift Pilgrims daubed nest.
The Groves already did rejoyce
In Philomels triumphing voyce.
The showers were short; the weather mild;
The Morning fresh; the Evening smil'd.
The Morning fresh; the Evening smil'd.
Jone takes her neat-rub'd Pail, and now
She trips to milk the Sand-red Cow;
Where, for some sturdy foot-ball Swain,
Jone stroaks a sillibub, or twain.
She trips to milk the Sand-red Cow;
Where, for some sturdy foot-ball Swain,
Jone stroaks a sillibub, or twain.
The Fields and Gardens were beset
With Tulip, Crocus, Violet.
And now, though late, the Modest Rose
Did more then half a blush disclose.
Thus all look'd gay, all full of Chear,
To welcome the New-liveri'd year.
With Tulip, Crocus, Violet.
And now, though late, the Modest Rose
Did more then half a blush disclose.
Thus all look'd gay, all full of Chear,
To welcome the New-liveri'd year.
H. W.
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