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THE CHERRIE AND THE SLAE.
wreittoun] 5.
Mee thought an heavenly heartsome thing,
Where dew like Diamonds did hing,
Ou’r twinckling all the trees,
To study on the flourishde twists,
Admiring natures alcumists,
Laborious busie Bees,
Whereof some sweetest hony sought
To stay their lives to1 sterve ;
And some the waxie vessels wrought,
Their purchase to preserve :
So heaping for keeping,
It in their hyves they hide;
Precisely, and wisely,
For winter they provide.
6.
To pen the pleasures of that Parke,
How every blossome, branch, & bark,
Against the Sun did shine,
I passe to Poets to compile
In high heroick stately stile,
Whose Muse surmatches mine.
But, as I looked mine alone,
I saw a river rinne
Out ou’r a steepie rock of stone,
Syne lighted in a linne,
With tumbling, and rumbling,
Amongst the Roches round,
Devalling, and falling,
Into a pit profound.

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