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To his Flocks.
Feede on my Flocks securely,Your Sheepheard watcheth surely,
Runne about my little Lambs,
Skip and wanton with your Dammes,
Your louing Heard with care will tend ye:
Sport on faire flocks at pleasure,
Nip Vestaes flowring treasure,
When my watchfull dogge dooth barke,
From Woolfe and Foxe I will defend ye.
FINIS.
H. C.
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