EPILOGUE.
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Needs always come from the grape? Each bell
At your foot, each bud that your Honor spurns,
The very cowslip would act like myrrh
On the stiffest brew—good Sir!
At your foot, each bud that your Honor spurns,
The very cowslip would act like myrrh
On the stiffest brew—good Sir!
22.
"Cowslips, abundant birth
O'er meadow and hillside, vineyard too,
—Like a schoolboy's scrawlings in and out
Distasteful lesson-book—all about
Greece and Rome, victory and rout—
Love-verses instead of such vain ado!
So, fancies frolic it o'er the earth
Where thoughts have rightlier birth.
"Cowslips, abundant birth
O'er meadow and hillside, vineyard too,
—Like a schoolboy's scrawlings in and out
Distasteful lesson-book—all about
Greece and Rome, victory and rout—
Love-verses instead of such vain ado!
So, fancies frolic it o'er the earth
Where thoughts have rightlier birth.
