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First Line: Hark how the little birds do vie their skill
Last Line: You're woo'd by heav'n, and earth, to favour me.
Subject(s): Love

HARK how the little birds do vie their skill,
Saluting, with their tunes, the welcome day;
Spring does the air with fragrant odours fill,
And the pleas'd fields put on their best array.

With great serenity the Heavens move;
The amorous planet rules in fullest power;
All things their cruelty away remove,
And seem to know of Joy the time, and hour:

Only my Cynthia still this glorious morn
Retains the frozen temper of her heart,
Of birds, and flowers, does imitation scorn,
Nor from her wonted rigour will depart.

Ah change, my Fair, that harsh and cruel mind!
Why should your looks and humour disagree?
Let not my love such opposition find,
You're woo'd by Heav'n, and Earth, to favour me.

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