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To hasten Him into the Country	A
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Come spur away	B
I have no patience for a longer stay	B
But must go down	C
And leave the chargeable noise of this great town	C
I will the country see	A
Where old simplicity	A
Though hid in gray	B
Doth look more gay	B
Than foppery in plush and scarlet clad	D
Farewell you city wits that are	E
Almost at civil war	F
'Tis time that I grow wise when all the world grows mad	D
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More of my days	G
I will not spend to gain an idiot's praise	G
Or to make sport	H
For some slight Puisne of the Inns of Court	H
Then worthy Stafford say	B
How shall we spend the day	B
With what delights	I
Shorten the nights	I
When from this tumult we are got secure	J
Where mirth with all her freedom goes	K
Yet shall no finger lose	L
Where every word is thought and every thought is pure	J
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There from the tree	A
We'll cherries pluck and pick the strawberry	A
And every day	B
Go see the wholesome country girls make hay	B
Whose brown hath lovelier grace	M
Than any painted face	M
That I do know	N
Hyde Park can show	N
Where I had rather gain a kiss than meet	O
Though some of them in greater state	P
Might court my love with plate	P
The beauties of the Cheap and wives of Lombard Street	O
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But think upon	Q
Some other pleasures these to me are none	R
Why do I prate	O
Of women that are things against my fate	O
I never mean to wed	O
That torture to my bed	O
My Muse is she	A
My love shall be	A
Let clowns get wealth and heirs when I am gone	S
And that great bugbear grisly Death	T
Shall take this idle breath	T
If I a poem leave that poem is my son	R
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Of this no more	F
We'll rather taste the bright Pomona's store	F
No fruit shall 'scape	U
Our palates from the damson to the grape	U
Then full we'll seek a shade	O
And hear what music 's made	O
How Philomel	V
Her tale doth tell	V
And how the other birds do fill the quire	W
The thrush and blackbird lend their throats	X
Warbling melodious notes	X
We will all sports enjoy which others but desire	Y
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Ours is the sky	Z
Where at what fowl we please our hawk shall fly	Z
Nor will we spare	A2
To hunt the crafty fox or timorous hare	A2
But let our hounds run loose	B2
In any ground they'll choose	L
The buck shall fall	V
The stag and all	V
Our pleasures must from their own warrants be	A
For to my Muse if not to me	A
I'm sure all game is free	A
Heaven earth are all but parts of her great royalty	A
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And when we mean	C2
To taste of Bacchus' blessings now and then	D2
And drink by stealth	E2
A cup or two to noble Barkley's health	E2
I'll take my pipe and try	Z
The Phrygian melody	A
Which he that hears	F2
Lets through his ears	G2
A madness to distemper all the brain	H2
Then I another pipe will take	I2
And Doric music make	I2
To civilize with graver notes our wits again	D2

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