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 THE SUMMER RAIN

books I 'd fain cast off, I cannot read,

'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large

Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,

And will not mind to hit their proper targe.

Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too,

Our Shakespeare's life were rich to live again,

What Plutarch read, that was not good nor true,

Nor Shakespeare's books, unless his books were men.