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Green Sleeves.
(38S "^% Ye watchful guardians of the fair, Who fluff on wings of
hon _ our juft _ ice, love and truth; Till J return, her
-< N pafsions foothe, For me in whifpers move her
Be careful no bafe fordid flave,
With foul funk in a golden grave,
Who knows no virtue but to fave,
With glaring gold bewitch her.
Tell her, for me fhe was defign'd,
For me who know how to be kind,
Arid have mair plenty in my mind,
Than ane who's ten times richer.
Let all the wiarld turn upfide down,
And fools run an eternal round,
In queft of what can ne'er be found,
To pleafe their vain ambition;
Let little minds great charms efpy,
In fhadows which at diftance ly,
Whofe hop d- for pleafure when come nigh
Proves nothing in fruition:
But caft into a mold divine,
Fair Delia does with luftre fhine,
Her virtuous foul's an ample mine,
Which yields a conftant treafure.
Let poets in fublimeft lays,
Employ their (kill her fame to raife;
Let fons of mufic pafs whole days,
With well-tun'd reeds to pleafe her.