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 Thus at base they run, When the sport was scarce begun; But I waked, and all was done.

that I should say I love ye, Would you say 'tis but a saying? But if Love in prayers move ye, Will ye not be moved with praying?

Think I think that Love should know ye, Will you think 'tis but a thinking? But if Love the thought do show ye, Will ye loose your eyes with winking?

Write that I do write you blessed, Will you write 'tis but a writing? But if Truth and Love confess it, Will ye doubt the true inditing?

No, I say, and think, and write it, Write, and think, and say your pleasure; Love, and truth, and I indite it, You are blessed out of measure.

shepherd lately sat Among a flock of sheep; Where musing long on this and that. At last he fell asleep.

And in the slumber as he lay, He gave a piteous groan; He thought his sheep were run away, And he was left alone.