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Matin Song
PACK, clouds, away! and welcome, day!
   With night we banish sorrow.
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft
   To give my Love good-morrow!
Hymn To Diana
HAIL, beauteous Dian, queen of shades,
That dwells beneath these shadowy glades,
Mistress of all those beauteous maids
Pack, Clouds, Away
PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day,
With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft
To give my Love good-morrow!
A Rose And A Nettle
WHAT atime herbs and weeds, and such things could talk,
A man in his garden one day did walk,
Spying a nettle green (as th'emeraude) spread
Of Books And Cheese
NO two things in all things can seem only one;
Because two things so must be one thing alone.
Howbeit, reading of books and eating of cheese,
The Message
YE little birds that sit and sing
   Amidst the shady valleys,
And see how Phillis sweetly walks
   Within her garden-alleys;
Praise Of Ceres
WITH fair Ceres, Queen of Grain,
The reaped fields we roam, roam, roam:
Each country peasant, nymph, and swain,
I COME but as a harbinger, being sent
To tell you what these preparations mean.
Look for no glorious state; our Muse is bent
But Psyche lives, and on her breath attend
Delights that far surmount all earthly joy;
Music, sweet voices, and ambrosian fare;
Search After God
I sought Thee round about, O Thou my God,
In thine abode;
I said unto the earth, 'Speak, art Thou He?'
She answered me,

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