Complete Angler. 

 Come let me tell you what holy 

 M r. Herbert faies of fudb day es and 

 Flowers as theie, and then we will 

 thank God that we enjoy them, and 

 walk to the River and fi down quiet- 

 ly and try to catch the other brace of 

 Grouts. 



Sweet day,fo cool Jo calm,fo bright, 

 The bridal of the earth and skie^ 

 Sweet dews Jhal weep thy fall to night, 

 for thou mujt die 



Sweet Ro/ejwbofe hew sngry andh ave 

 Bids the rafh gazer wipe bis eye, 

 *Tby root is ever in its grave, 



and thou muft die. 



Sweet Spring Jul of fweet days f rofes, 

 A box where fweet'j compared lie ; 

 My Muff kJJoewes you have your clofes, 

 andallmujl die. 



Only ajweet and vertuous foul, 

 Uikefeafoned timber never gives, 



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