IDENTILIN$$  F127WN1 ILBlest|Dolau Cothi ms.|pp. 134-35\JW\EWS trans\2-3-95\P:T-LP\o\5-12-95\C:JGW\9-16-99; JSC 10-7-99
127.WN1.HE1  To: M%5r%6: I: P: [p.134]
127.WN1.001  Blest are your North partes. for all this longe time
127.WN1.002  My Sun is with yow; cold, and darke is your clime. [CW:om]
127.WN1.003  Heauens Sun which staid so long from vs, this yeare, [p.135]
127.WN1.004  Staid in your North (I thinke) for shee was there;
127.WN1.005  And hether by kynd Nature drawne from thence,
127.WN1.006  Here rages, chafes, and threatens Pestilence.
127.WN1.007  Yett, I as long as shee from hence doth staie,
127.WN1.008  Thinke this no South, no Summer, nor no daie.
127.WN1.009  With thee my kinde, and vnkynd hart is run,
127.WN1.010  There sacrifice itt to thy beautious Sun,
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127.WN1.013  So may thy Pastures with their flowry feasts
127.WN1.014  As suddenly as Lard, fatt thy leane beastes:
127.WN1.015  So may thy Woodes oft polld, yet ever weare
127.WN1.016  A greene, And when they list, a golden haire
127.WN1.017  So may all thy Sheepe bringe forth twinnes; and so
127.WN1.018  In chase, and race, may thy horse all out-goe.
127.WN1.019  So may thy loue and courage nere bee cold,
127.WN1.020  Thy Sonne nere Ward, thy loud wife nere seeme old;
127.WN1.021  But maist thou wish great thinges, and them attaine,
127.WN1.022  As thou telst her, and none but her my paine
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