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 :Each goodly sight my sense doth captivate,
 * When vernal flowers their silken leaves display.
 * And ope their fragrant bosomes, I that state
 * Would not have changed, but indure for aye;
 * Nor care to mind that that fatall decay
 * Is still secured by faithfull succession.
 * But why should aught that's good thus fade away?
 * Should steddy spring exclude summer's accession?

Or summer spoil the spring with furious hot oppression!


 * You chearfull chaunters of the flowring woods,
 * That feed your carelesse souls with pleasant layes,
 * O silly birds! cease from your merry moods:
 * Ill suits such mirth when dreary death's assayes
 * So closely presse your sory carkases:
 * To mournfull note turn your light verilayes,
 * Death be your song, and winter's hoary sprayes,
 * Spend your vain sprights in sighing elegies:

I'll help you to lament your wofull miseries.


 * When we lay cover'd in the shady night
 * Of senselesse matter, we were well content
 * With that estate, nought pierced our anxious spright.
 * No harm we suffered, no harm we ment;
 * Our rest not with light dream of ill was blent:
 * But when rough Nature, with her iron bond,
 * Pull'd us from our soft ease, and hither hent,
 * Disturbing tear and pinching pain we found,

Full many a bitter blast, full many a dreadful stound.