ANONYMOUS

Ale, that the plowman's heart up-keeps And equals it with tyrants' thrones, That wipes the eye that over-weeps, And lulls in sure and dainty sleeps TV o'er-wearied bones.

Grandchild of Ceres, Bacchus' daughter,

Wine's emulous neighbour, though but stale, Ennobling all the nymphs of water, And filling each man's heart with laughter

��Love will find out the IP 'ay

��the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains

And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest,

Which Neptune obey, Over rocks that are steepest, Love will find out the way.

When there is no place

For the glow-worm to lie, When there is no space

For receipt of a fly ; When the midge dares not venture

Lest herself fast she lay, If Love come, he will enter

And will find out the way.

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