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SECOND PASTORAL.
When ev'ry creature did in slumbers lye,
Beside our cat, my Colin Clout, and I? 90
No troublous thoughts the cat or Colin move,
While I alone am kept awake by love.
Remember, Colin, when at last year's wake,
I bought the costly present for thy sake:
Couldst thou spell o'er the posie on thy knife, 95
And with another change thy state of life?
If thou forget'st, I wot, I can repeat,
My memory can tell the verse so sweet.
As this is grav'd upon this knife of thine,
So is thy image on this heart of mine. 100
But woe is me! such presents luckless prove,
For knives, they tell me, always fever love.
Thus Marian wail'd, her eye with tears brimful,
When goody Dobbins brought her cow to bull.
With apron blue to dry her tears she sought, 105
Then saw the cow well serv'd, and took a groat.
Beside our cat, my Colin Clout, and I? 90
No troublous thoughts the cat or Colin move,
While I alone am kept awake by love.
Remember, Colin, when at last year's wake,
I bought the costly present for thy sake:
Couldst thou spell o'er the posie on thy knife, 95
And with another change thy state of life?
If thou forget'st, I wot, I can repeat,
My memory can tell the verse so sweet.
As this is grav'd upon this knife of thine,
So is thy image on this heart of mine. 100
But woe is me! such presents luckless prove,
For knives, they tell me, always fever love.
Thus Marian wail'd, her eye with tears brimful,
When goody Dobbins brought her cow to bull.
With apron blue to dry her tears she sought, 105
Then saw the cow well serv'd, and took a groat.
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WEDNESDAY
