IDENTILIN$$  F127DT1|ILBlest|Dublin ms.I|f. 64|JSC\mf\10-23-96\P&C(hwt,mf):JMK\6-6&7-10-01;JSC\7-25-01
127.DT1.HE1  %XTo M. I. L.
127.DT1.001  Blest are yo%5r%6 North parts, for all this long time
127.DT1.002  My Sunn is w%5th%6 you; Cold, and dark is your Clyme
127.DT1.003  Heau'ens sun w%5ch%6 staid soe long from vs this yeare
127.DT1.004  staid in yo%5r%6 North (I thinke) for shee was there
127.DT1.005  And hither by kinde Nature drawne from thence
127.DT1.006  Here rages, chafes, and threatens Pestilence.
127.DT1.007  Yet I, as long as shee from hence doth staye
127.DT1.008  Thinke this noe South, noe Summer, nor noe daye.
127.DT1.009  W%5th%6 thee my kinde, and vnkinde heart is runne
127.DT1.010  There Sacrifice it to that Beauteous Sunn
127.DT1.011om
127.DT1.012om
127.DT1.013  Soe may thy Pastures w%5th%6 their flowrie ffeasts  
127.DT1.014  as suddenly, as Lard, fatt thy leane Beasts.
127.DT1.015  Soe may thy woods oft Poll'd, yet euer weare
127.DT1.016  A Greene, and when thee list a golden haire.
127.DT1.017  Soe may all thy sheepe bring forth Twins; and soe
127.DT1.018  In chace, and race may thy Horse all out-goe
127.DT1.019  Soe may thy Loue, and Courage nere bee cold
127.DT1.020  thy sonne nere Ward, thy lou'd wife ne're seeme olde
127.DT1.021  But maist thou wish great things, & them attaine
127.DT1.022  As thou tell'st her, and none but her my paine.|
127.DT1.0SS  ffinis.|
127.DT1.0$$  %1Even no'd ll. ind; no sts; no note of om ll.; ital hand%2