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SIR MARTYN.
XIV.
And fill with worthy deed the fleeting houres!
What pleaſaunce mote a learned wight enjoy
Emong the hills and vales and ſhady bowres,
To mark how buxom Ceres round him poures
The hoary headed wheat, the freckled corne,
The bearded barlie, and the hopp that towres
So high, and with his bloom ſalews the morne,
And with the orchard vies the lawnſkepe to adorn;
XV.
Pomona laviſhes on everie tree,
The velvet-coated peach, the plumb so hore,
The nectrines redd, and pippins ſheene to ſee,
That nod in everie gale with wanton glee:
How happy here with Woodſtocks laughing Swain
And Avons Bard of peerleſſe memorie
To ſaunter through the daſie-whitened plain,
When Fancys ſweeteſt Impe Dan Spenſer joins the train.
