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SONNET.
[When in the woods I wander all alone]
When in the woods I wander all alone,The woods, that are my solace and delight,
Which I more covet than a prince's throne,
My toil by day, and canopy by night;
(Light heart, light foot, light food, and slumber light,
These lights shall light us to old Age's gate;
While monarchs, whom rebellious dreams affright,
Heavy with fear, death's fearful summons wait;)
Whilst here I wander, pleas'd to be alone,
Weighing in thought the world's no happiness,
I cannot choose but wonder at it's moan,
Since so plain joys the woody life can bless:
Then live who may, where honied words prevail,
I with the deer, and with the nightingale!
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