Yes, as everyone knows, meditation
and water are wedded forever...
When I (whom sullen care,|
Through discontent of my long fruitless stay
In princes' court, and expectation vain
Of idle hopes, which still do fly away
Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain)
Walked forth to ease my pain
Along the shore of silver-streaming Thames;
-Edmund Spenser (c.1552-1599),
My fugitive years are all hasting away,|
And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,
With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,
Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
-William Cowper (1731-1800),
The Poplar Field
Thou joy'st in better marks, of soil, of air,|
Of wood, of water; therein thou art fair.
-Ben Johnson (1572-1637),
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