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First offer incense, then thy field and meads Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads. The spangling dew, dredg'd o'er the grass, shall be Turn'd all to mell and manna there for thee. Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oil Shall run, as rivers, all throughout thy soil. Would'st thou to sincere silver turn thy mould? Pray once, twice pray, and turn thy ground to gold. Beads, prayers. Mell, honey. Sincere silver, pure silver.

Call me no more, As heretofore, The music of a feast; Since now, alas! The mirth that was In me is dead or ceas'd.

Before I went, To banishment, Into the loathed west, I could rehearse A lyric verse, And speak it with the best.

But time, ay me! Has laid, I see,