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Wat ye wha I met Yestreen.
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Sung by Sir William, p. 54.
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NOW from rusticity, and love,
Whose flames but over lowly burn,
My gentle shepherd must be drove,
His soul must take another turn:
As the rough diamond from the mine,
In breakings only shews its light.
‘Till polishing has made it shine,
Thus learning makes the genius bright.
