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The lowly dales will yeeld us anadems
To shade our temples, 'tis a worthy meed,
No better girlond seekes mine oaten reede;
Let others climbe the hils, and to their praise,
Whilst I sit girt with flowers, be crown'd with bayes.
W. Browne's Britania's Pastorals.
To shade our temples, 'tis a worthy meed,
No better girlond seekes mine oaten reede;
Let others climbe the hils, and to their praise,
Whilst I sit girt with flowers, be crown'd with bayes.
W. Browne's Britania's Pastorals.
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