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... And now all nature seemed in love;

The lusty sap began to move;

New juice did stir the embracing vines,

27113 And birds had drawn their valentines.

The jealous trout that now did lie,

Rose at a well-dissembled fly:

There stood my friend with patient skill,

Attending of his trembling quill.[9]

Already were the eaves possessed

With the swift pilgrim's daubèd nest:

The groves already did rejoice

In Philomel's triumphing voice.

The showers were short, the weather mild,

The morning fresh, the evening smiled.

Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail and now

She trips to milk the sand-red cow;

Where, for some sturdy football swain,

Joan strokes[10] a sillabub or twain.

The field and gardens were beset

With tulip, crocus, violet;

And now, though late, the modest rose

Did more than half a blush disclose.

Thus all looked gay, all full of cheer,

To welcome the new-liveried year.

Sir Henry Wotton

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