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You have beheld how they
With wicker arks did come
To kiss and bear away
The richer cowslips home.
Y'ave heard them sweetly sing,
And seen them in a round:
Each virgin like a spring,
With honeysuckles crown'd.
But now we see none here
Whose silvery feet did tread,
And with dishevell'd hair
Adorn'd this smoother mead.
Like unthrifts, having spent
Your stock and needy grown,
Y'are left here to lament
Your poor estates, alone.
Round, a rustic dance.
275. CROSSES.
Though good things answer many good intents,
Crosses do still bring forth the best events.
276. MISERIES.
Though hourly comforts from the gods we see,
No life is yet life-proof from misery.
