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SCENE IV.
A Wood.Enter 'Squire.
'SQUIRE.
AIR.
Life's a garden, rich in treasure,
Bury'd like the seeds in earth;
There lie joy, contentment, pleasure,
But 'tis love must give them birth.
Bury'd like the seeds in earth;
There lie joy, contentment, pleasure,
But 'tis love must give them birth.
That warm sun its aid denying,
We no happiness can taste;
But in cold obstruction lying,
Life is all one barren waste.
We no happiness can taste;
But in cold obstruction lying,
Life is all one barren waste.
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