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Heauens Sun which staid so long from vs, this yeare, Staid in your North (I thinke) for shee was there; And hether by kynd Nature drawne from thence, Here rages, chafes, and threatens Pestilence. Yett, I as long as shee from hence doth staie, Thinke this no South, no Summer, nor no daie. With thee my kinde, and vnkynd hart is run, There sacrifice itt to thy beautious Sun, So may thy Pastures with their flowry feasts As suddenly as Lard, fatt thy leane beastes: So may thy Woodes oft polld, yet ever weare A greene, And when they list, a golden haire So may all thy Sheepe bringe forth twinnes; and so In chase, and race, may thy horse all out-goe. So may thy loue and courage nere bee cold, Thy Sonne nere Ward, thy loud wife nere seeme old; But maist thou wish great thinges, and them attaine, As thou telst her, and none but her my paine| See S.r how as the Suns hott Masculine flame Begetts strange Creatures, on Niles durtie slime In mee, your fatherly, yett lustie Rime. (For these songs are their fruites) haue wrought the same But though the engendring force, from whence they came [CW: .Bee.] |
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