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Oft by a too sudden flow,
Which did seeme no bounds to know,
The faire cause of all the store
Ruin'd what she gave before.
Or if somewhat better 'twere,
While that deluge entred there,
Your amaze, but hardly gave
Leave some little part to save.
My more scarcely watered ground,
Out of danger to be drown'd,
Did a moderate harvest beare,
Which I gather'd void of feare.
Which did seeme no bounds to know,
The faire cause of all the store
Ruin'd what she gave before.
Or if somewhat better 'twere,
While that deluge entred there,
Your amaze, but hardly gave
Leave some little part to save.
My more scarcely watered ground,
Out of danger to be drown'd,
Did a moderate harvest beare,
Which I gather'd void of feare.
Amarillis.
I in vain should more dispute,
You shall now yourselfe confute;
And your errour straight confess,
To our charming shepherdess.
See, she comes from yonder green,
Crown'd with flowers, this yeare's queen:
She, who to convince you cleare,
Needs but only to appeare;
I in vain should more dispute,
You shall now yourselfe confute;
And your errour straight confess,
To our charming shepherdess.
See, she comes from yonder green,
Crown'd with flowers, this yeare's queen:
She, who to convince you cleare,
Needs but only to appeare;
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