Ah, yet, e'er I descend to th' grave May I a small house, and large garden have And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too And since Love ne'er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And g.
Ah, yet, e'er I descend to th' grave May I a small house, and large garden have And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too And since Love ne'er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And g.
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again. The plants suck in the earth and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
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