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How weetly here, quoth he, might one employ And fill with worthy deed the fleeting houres! What pleaaunce mote a learned wight enjoy Emong the hills and vales and hady bowres, To mark how buxom Ceres round him poures The hoary headed wheat, the freckled corne, The bearded barlie, and the hopp that towres So high, and with his bloom alews the morne, And with the orchard vies the lawnkepe to adorn;

The fragrant orchard, where her golden tore Pomona lavihes on everie tree, The velvet-coated peach, the plumb so hore, The nectrines redd, and pippins heene to ee, That nod in everie gale with wanton glee: How happy here with Woodtocks laughing Swain And Avons Bard of peerlee memorie To aunter through the daie-whitened plain, When Fancys weetet Impe Dan Spener joins the train.