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Quivering fears heart tearing cares	A
Anxious sighs untimely tears	A
Fly fly to courts	B
Fly to fond worldling's sports	B
Where strained sardonic smiles are glossing still	C
And grief is forced to laugh against her will	C
Where mirth's but mummery	D
And sorrows only real be	E
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Fly from our country pastimes fly	F
Sad troops of human misery	E
Come serene looks	G
Clear as the crystal brooks	G
Or the pure azured heaven that smiles to see	E
The rich attendance on our poverty	E
Peace and a secure mind	H
Which ail men seek we only find	H
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Abused mortals did you know	I
Where joy heart's ease and comforts grow	I
You'd scorn proud towers	J
And seek them in these bowers	J
Where winds sometimes our woods perhaps may shake	K
But blustering care could never tempest make	K
Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us	L
Saving of fountains that glide by us	L
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Here's no fantastic mask nor dance	M
But of our kids that frisk and prance	M
Nor wars are seen	N
Unless upon the green	N
Two harmless lambs are butting one the other	D
Which done both bleating run each to his mother	D
And wounds are never found	O
Save what the ploughshare gives the ground	O
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Here are no entrapping baits	P
To hasten to too hasty fates	P
Unless it be	E
The fond credulity	E
Of silly fish which worldling like still look	Q
Upon the bait but never on the hook	Q
Nor envy 'less among	R
The birds for prize of their sweet song	S
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Go let the diving negro seek	T
For gems hid in some forlorn creek	T
We all pearls scorn	U
Save what the dewy morn	U
Congeals upon each little spire of grass	V
Which careless shepherds beat down as they pass	V
And gold ne'er here appears	W
Save what the yellow Ceres bears	A
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Blest silent groves O may you be	E
Forever mirth's best nursery	E
May pure contents	X
Forever pitch their tents	X
Upon these downs these rocks these mountains	Y
And peace still slumber by these purling fountains	Y
Which we may every year	D
Meet when we come a fishing here	D

Sir Henry Wotton

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