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From you haue I beene absent in the fbring, When proud pide Aprill (dref in all his trim) Hath put a Spirit of yoush in euery thing: That heauie Saturne laught and leapt with him, Yet nor the laies of birds, nor the fweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hew, Could make me any fommers ftory tell: Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the Lillies white, Nor praife the deepe vermillion in the Rose, They weare but fweet, but figures of delight: G Drawne <!-- [Page 529](arke:01KG6QKCYGZHPBZ515THGPWFFG) --> # SHAKE-SPEAKERS. Draws after you, you part for me of all those. Yet seems it, Winter still, and you away, As with your Shaddow I with these did play. 99

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