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Those Flow'rs which in your narrow Gardens grow,
(Narrow as Turfs, which you a Lark allow
In's wicker Cage) rejoyce upon their stalks;
Imbellishing your sommer inch-broad walks:
But she remov'd, what all your weary'd lives,
You plant in German pots, to please your Wives,
Shall fade; scarce in your Climate shall be seene
Enough of Spring to make your Tansies green.
Nor shall your blew-Ey'd-Daughters more appeare
(Though in the hopefull'st season of the Yeare)
In the dark street, where Tantlin's Temple stands,
With Time, and Marg'rom Posies in their hands.
Wee know (distrustfull Bergainers!) you most
Love sacrifice, that puts you least to cost;
Give her your prayers then; that her Lookes may
After long Nights, restore you unto Day.
Though Ringing be some charge, and Wood grew deere;
In troth; it will become you once a yeare,
To offer Bells, and Bonfires too, alltho'
You couzen't out in Silks, next publique Show.
(Narrow as Turfs, which you a Lark allow
In's wicker Cage) rejoyce upon their stalks;
Imbellishing your sommer inch-broad walks:
But she remov'd, what all your weary'd lives,
You plant in German pots, to please your Wives,
Shall fade; scarce in your Climate shall be seene
Enough of Spring to make your Tansies green.
Nor shall your blew-Ey'd-Daughters more appeare
(Though in the hopefull'st season of the Yeare)
In the dark street, where Tantlin's Temple stands,
With Time, and Marg'rom Posies in their hands.
Wee know (distrustfull Bergainers!) you most
Love sacrifice, that puts you least to cost;
Give her your prayers then; that her Lookes may
After long Nights, restore you unto Day.
Though Ringing be some charge, and Wood grew deere;
In troth; it will become you once a yeare,
To offer Bells, and Bonfires too, alltho'
You couzen't out in Silks, next publique Show.
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