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 Unknown And gone: I'm made A shade, And laid I' th' grave: There have My cave, Where tell I dwell. Farewell.

way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in.

May both with manchet stand replete; Your larders, too, so hung with meat, That though a thousand, thousand eat,

Yet, ere twelve moons shall whirl about Their silv'ry spheres, there's none may doubt But more's sent in than was served out.

Next, may your dairies prosper so As that your pans no ebb may know; But if they do, the more to flow,

Like to a solemn sober stream Bank'd all with lilies, and the cream Of sweetest cowslips filling them.