...yean: So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white...Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! None have enjoyed the pastoral life more keenly than many who have never lived it. In the din of cities,...

...can; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white...shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold...

...can; So many months ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Past over to the end they were created, Would bring white...life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich-embroider'd...

...can; So many months ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Past idiculous, and thrasonical. He is too pickt, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich-embroider'd...

...can; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white...were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd...