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 And may at last my weary age Find out the peacefull hermitage, The Hairy Gown and Mossy Cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell, Of every Star that Heav'n doth shew, And every Herb that sips the dew; Till old experience do attain To somthing like Prophetic strain. These pleasures Melancholy give, And I with thee will choose to live.



Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray
 * Warbl'st at eeve, when all the Woods are still,
 * Thou with fresh hope the Lovers heart dost fill,
 * While the jolly hours lead on propitious May,

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day,
 * First heard before the shallow Cuccoo's bill
 * Portend success in love; O if Jove's will
 * Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay,

Now timely sing, ere the rude Bird of Hate
 * Foretell my hopeles doom in som Grove ny:
 * As thou from yeer to yeer hast sung too late

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