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And studying all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate ;

ir.
Ye country comets, that portend
No war nor prince's funeral,
Shining unto no other end
Than to presage the grass's fall ;

III.
Ye Glow-worms, whose officious flame
To wandering mowers shows the way,
That in the night have lost their aim,
And afler foolish fires do stray ;

IV.

Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
Since Juliana here is come.
For she my mind hath so displaced.
That I shall never find my home.



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THE MOWER'S SONG.



Mt mind was once the true survey
Of all these meadows fresh and gay,
And in the greenness of the grass
Did see its hopes as in a glass,
When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts
and me.

II.

But these, while I with sorrow pine,
Gi-ew more luxuriant still and fine,
That not one blade of grass you spied,
But had a flower on either side, —
When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to my tlioughts
and me.

III.

Unthankful meadows, could you so
A fellowship so true forego,
And in your gaudy May-games meet.
While I lay trodden under feet,



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When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to mj thoughts
and me ?

rv.
But what you in compassion ought.
Shall now by my revenge be wrought,
And flowers, and grass, and I, and all,
Will in one common ruin fell ;
For Juliana comes, and she.
What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts
and me.

V.

And thus, ye meadows, which have been
Companions of my thoughts more green,
Shall now the heraldry become
With which I shall adorn my tomb ;
For Juliana comes, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts
and me.



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AMETAS AND THESTYLIS MAKING HAY-
ROPES.

AMETAS.

Think'st thou that this love can stand,
Whilst thou still dost say me nay ?

Love unpaid does soon disband :
Love binds love, as hay binds hay.

THESTYLIS.

Think'st thou that this rope would twine.
If we both should turn one way ?

Where both parties so combine,
Neither love will twist, nor hay.

AMETAS.

Thus you vain excuses find.

Which yourself and us delay :
And love ties a woman's mind.