IDENTILIN$$  F12700B|ILBlest|1635|p. 183\ME\mf(MH)\8-9-87\P:EWS\o(CSmH 60123;MH[STC7046(A)])\6-13-01;7-31-02\C:JMK\7-13-01;JSC\7-27-01;8-23-02\P:DAS\cd(MH)\1-9-01\C:JSC\4-9-03
127.00B.HE1  %X%1To M. I. P.%2
127.00B.001  B%+Lest are your North parts, for all this long time
127.00B.002  My Sun is with you, cold and darke'is our Clime;
127.00B.003  Heavens Sun, which staid so long from us this yeare,
127.00B.004  Staid in your North (I thinke) for she was there,
127.00B.005  And hither by kinde nature drawne from thence,
127.00B.006  Here rages chafes and threatens pestilence;
127.00B.007  Yet I, as long as she from hence doth stay,
127.00B.008  Thinke this no South, no Sommer, nor no day.
127.00B.009  With thee my kinde and unkinde heart is runne,
127.00B.010  There sacrifice it to that beauteous Sunne:
127.00B.011om
127.00B.012om
127.00B.013  So may thy pastures with their flowery feasts,
127.00B.014  As suddenly as Lard, fat thy leane beasts;
127.00B.015  So may thy woods oft poll'd, yet ever weare
127.00B.016  A greene, and (when she list) a golden haire;
127.00B.017  So may all thy sheepe bring forth Twins; and so
127.00B.018  In chace and race may thy horse all out-goe;
127.00B.019  So may thy love and courage ne'r be cold;
127.00B.020  Thy Sonn ne'r Ward; Thy lov'd wife ne'r seem old;
127.00B.021  But maist thou wish great things, and them attaine,
127.00B.022  As thou tell'st her, and none but her my paine. [CW:To]
127.00B.0SSom
127.00B.0$$  no ind; no sts; EWS proofed different vol. at MH from that on mf/cd