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...may have good store of flowers stuck round about "her winding-sheet." THE MILK-MAID'S MOTHER'S ANSWER If all the world and love were young, And truth in...field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold, Then Philomel becometh dumb, And age complains of care to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields...

...ANSWER. If all the world and love were young, And truth in every Shepherd's tongue, These pretty pkasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy Love....field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold, Then Philomel beconieth dumb, And age complains of care to come. Theflowers do fade, and wanton fields...

...love were young, And truth in every Shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To livt: with thee, and be thy Love. But time drives flocks...field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold, Then Philomel becometh dumb, And age complains of care to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields...

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...the shepe that rouketh in the to fold. Chaucer. The Knightei Tale. Time drives the flocks from field fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel...becometh dumb, And all complain of cares to come. Raleigh. We sen that the folding of sheep helps ground, .is well by their warmth as by their compost....

...shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy lore. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb ; The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning...

...PHIL'OMEL, ns > From Philomela. PHILOME'LA. \ Changed into a bird. The nightingale. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold, And philomel becometh dumb. Shakspeare. Admires the jay the insects gilded wings, Or hears the hawk, when philomelu sings ? Pope....

...shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and he thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold; And Philomel hecometh dumb ; The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward...