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My Cynthia hath the waters of mine eyes The ready handmaids on her grace attending That never fall to ebb, nor ever dries,
For to their flow she never grants an ending
Th'Ocean never did attend more duly Upon his Sovereign's course, the ...

I travelled the old road every day,
I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows,
I ferried my boat across the stream andall the ways were well known to me
One morning my basket was heavy with wares