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I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt read more

I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make.

Who first beholds the light of day
In Spring's sweet flowery month of May
And wears an read more

Who first beholds the light of day
In Spring's sweet flowery month of May
And wears an Emerald all her life,
Shall be a loved and happy wife.

Live ye, he says, I flee.

Live ye, he says, I flee.

A little house well fill'd, a little land well till'd, and a
little wife well will'd, are great riches.

A little house well fill'd, a little land well till'd, and a
little wife well will'd, are great riches.

Who first comes to this world below
With drear November's fog and snow
Should prize the Topaz' read more

Who first comes to this world below
With drear November's fog and snow
Should prize the Topaz' amber hue--
Emblem of friends and lovers true.