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FOURTH PASTORAL..
As peascods once I pluck'd, I chanc'd to see
One that was closely fill'd with three times three,
Which when I crop'd I safely home convey'd, 71
And o'er my door the spell in secret laid.
My wheel I turn'd, and sung a ballad new,
While from the spindle I the fleeces drew;
The latch mov'd up, when who should first come in,
But in his proper person ——— Lubberkin. 76
I broke my yarn surpriz'd the sight to see,
Sure sign that he would break his word with me:
Eftsoons I join'd it With my wonted flight,
So may again his Love with mine unite! 80
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.
One that was closely fill'd with three times three,
Which when I crop'd I safely home convey'd, 71
And o'er my door the spell in secret laid.
My wheel I turn'd, and sung a ballad new,
While from the spindle I the fleeces drew;
The latch mov'd up, when who should first come in,
But in his proper person ——— Lubberkin. 76
I broke my yarn surpriz'd the sight to see,
Sure sign that he would break his word with me:
Eftsoons I join'd it With my wonted flight,
So may again his Love with mine unite! 80
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.
This lady-fly I take from off the grass,
Whose spotted back might scarlet red surpass.
Fly, lady-bird, North, South, or East or West, 85
Fly where the man is found that I love best.
He leaves my hand, see to the West he's flown,
To call my true love from the faithless town.
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around. 90
Whose spotted back might scarlet red surpass.
Fly, lady-bird, North, South, or East or West, 85
Fly where the man is found that I love best.
He leaves my hand, see to the West he's flown,
To call my true love from the faithless town.
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around. 90
This mellow pippin, which I pare around,
My shepherd's name shall flourish on the ground.
I fling th' unbroken paring o'er my head,[1]
Upon the grass a perfect L is read;
Yet on my heart a fairer L is seen 95
Than what the paring marks upon the green.
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.
My shepherd's name shall flourish on the ground.
I fling th' unbroken paring o'er my head,[1]
Upon the grass a perfect L is read;
Yet on my heart a fairer L is seen 95
Than what the paring marks upon the green.
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.
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93. Transque Caput jace; ne respexerisVirg.
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