If nothing else, may not this season move,
Or time become the true chronicle of love?
And so allay the fury, stint the rage
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What though 't be cold, and freeze,
Let no good Christian leese
So much of heat and zeal
As not for to remember
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Awake dull soul, and from thy fold of clay
Receive the blessed tidings of the day:
Not of a fox's cub, whose guile might be
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When we a gem or precious stone have lost,
Is not the fabric or the frame
Of fancy busied, and each thing tossed
And turned within the room,
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