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FIRST PASTORAL.
CUDDY.
Across the fallen oak the plank I laid,
And my self pois'd against the tott'ring maid;
High leapt the plank; adown Buxoma fell:
I spy'd—But faithful sweethearts never tell, 110
Across the fallen oak the plank I laid,
And my self pois'd against the tott'ring maid;
High leapt the plank; adown Buxoma fell:
I spy'd—But faithful sweethearts never tell, 110
LOBBIN CLOUT.
This riddle, Cuddy, if thou can'st, explain,
This wily riddle puzzles ev'ry swain.
[1]What flower is that which bears the virgin's name,
The richest metal joined with the same?
This riddle, Cuddy, if thou can'st, explain,
This wily riddle puzzles ev'ry swain.
[1]What flower is that which bears the virgin's name,
The richest metal joined with the same?
CUDDY.
Answer, thou carl, and judge this riddle right,
I'll frankly own thee for a cunning wight. 116
[2]What flow'r is that which royal honour craves,[3]
Adjoin the virgin, and 'tis strown on graves.
Answer, thou carl, and judge this riddle right,
I'll frankly own thee for a cunning wight. 116
[2]What flow'r is that which royal honour craves,[3]
Adjoin the virgin, and 'tis strown on graves.
CLODDIPOLE.
Forbear, contending louts, give o'er your strains,
An oaken staff each merits for his pains.[4] 120
But see the sun-beams bright to labour warn,
And gild the thatch of goodman Hodges' barn.
Your herds for want of water stand a-dry,
They're weary of your song's ——— and so am I.
Forbear, contending louts, give o'er your strains,
An oaken staff each merits for his pains.[4] 120
But see the sun-beams bright to labour warn,
And gild the thatch of goodman Hodges' barn.
Your herds for want of water stand a-dry,
They're weary of your song's ——— and so am I.
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