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She trips to milk the sand-red cow;

Where, for some sturdy football swain,

Joan strokes[10] a sillabub or twain.

The field and gardens were beset

With tulip, crocus, violet;

And now, though late, the modest rose

Did more than half a blush disclose.

Thus all looked gay, all full of cheer,

To welcome the new-liveried year.

Sir Henry Wotton

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I got me flowers to straw thy way,

I got me boughs off many a tree:

But thou wast up by break of day,

And brought'st thy sweets along with thee.

The Sun arising in the East,

Though he give light, and the East perfume,[11]

If they should offer to contest

With thy arising, they presume.

Can there be any day but this,

Though many sunnes to shine endeavour?

We count three hundred, but we misse:

There is but one, and that one ever.

George Herbert

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Pleasure it is

To hear, iwis,[12]

The birdės sing.

The deer in the dale,

The sheep in the vale,

The corn springing;

God's purveyance

For sustenance

It is for man.

Then we always