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On the sight of Furness Fells, June 19. ---71.
Oft have I seen a barren Mountain shroudIts lofty head within a liquid Cloud,
There at its will (thus height still makes things proud)
Quaffing up Vapours, which had else been Rain,
Drinking all up, yet sending nought again,
But still a barren Mountain doth remain;
Whilst humble Valleys which do lye below,
Waiting till Heaven its kindly Dews bestow,
In Corn and Wine, in Milk and Honey flow.
Thus greedy, proud, impatient minds that crave
Still more and more, from Heaven or nothing have,
Or yield no Fruit of whatsoere it gave.
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Which strongly wooes, soon get great blessings thence,
And thither still return their recompence.
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