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is the winter absence of the sunne, The welcome embleame of your joys begunne, Your sonne's returning, to make good the trope, Tis he presents this new-years horiscope. Tis his returne and presence doth salute, First in the flowre, and after in the fruité. For by a rich concurrence he doth bring Profit and pleasure, harvest-home in spring. O, happy travailes! that with even paces Leade, hand in hand, the muses with the graces: