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Unto my Booksso good to turn
Far ends of tired Days
It half endears the Abstinence
And Painis missedin Praise
As Flavorscheer Retarded Guests
With Banquettings to be
So Spicesstimulate the time
Till my small Library
It may be Wildernesswithout
Far feet of failing Men
But Holidayexcludes the night
And it is Bellswithin
I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf
Their Countenances Kid
Enamorin Prospective
And satisfyobtained