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Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee

Jest, and youthful Jollity,

Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,

Nods and Becks, and wreathèd Smiles,

Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,

And love to live in dimple sleek,—

Sport that wrinkled Care derides,

And Laughter holding both his sides.

Come, and trip it as ye go

On the light fantastic toe;

And in thy right hand lead with thee

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty:

And, if I give thee honor due,

Mirth, admit me of thy crew,

To live with her, and live with thee,

In unreprovèd pleasures free;

To hear the lark begin his flight,

And singing, startle the dull Night

From his watch-tower in the skies,

Till the dappled Dawn doth rise;

Then to come in spite of sorrow,

And at my window bid good-morrow

Through the sweetbrier, or the vine,

Or the twisted eglantine;

While the cock with lively din

Scatters the rear of darkness thin,

And to the stack, or the barn-door,

Stoutly struts his dames before;

Oft listening how the hounds and horn

Cheerly rouse the slumbering Morn,

From the side of some hoar hill,

Through the high wood echoing shrill;

Sometime walking, not unseen,

By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green,

Right against the eastern gate,

Where the great Sun begins his state,

Robed in flames and amber light,

The clouds in thousand liveries dight,

While the plowman near at hand

Whistles o'er the furrowed land,

And the milkmaid singing blithe,

And the mower whets his scythe,

And every shepherd tells his tale,

Under the hawthorn in the dale.