When Windsor walls sustain’d my wearied arm
When Windsor walls sustain’d my wearied arm;
My hand my chin, to ease my restless head;
The pleasant plot revested green with warm;
The blossom’d boughs, with lusty Ver y-spread;
The flower’d meads, the wedded birds so late
Mine eyes discover; and to my mind resort
The jolly woes, the hateless, short debate,
The rakehell life, that ‘longs to love’s disport.
Heap’d in my breast breaks forth, against my will
In smoky sighs, that overcast the air.
My vapour’d eyes such dreary tears distil,
The tender spring which quicken where they fall;
And I half bend to throw me down withal.
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