Tixall Poetry.
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To Mrs Gertrude Aston's Happy Condition
When with Mrs Eliza Thimelby.
Thirsis.
Amarillis, you expres
In your lookes such happines,
And they soe assure me, who
To that heighth could make it grow;
That in some faire fruitful meade,
Where the Summer's pride is spread,
I as well might seek to know,
If the often overflow
Of a lovely streame that glides
Almost round its happy sides,
Had not lent it all this store,
That had otherwise bin poore;
Amarillis, you expres
In your lookes such happines,
And they soe assure me, who
To that heighth could make it grow;
That in some faire fruitful meade,
Where the Summer's pride is spread,
I as well might seek to know,
If the often overflow
Of a lovely streame that glides
Almost round its happy sides,
Had not lent it all this store,
That had otherwise bin poore;
