Sang XV., p.225.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

Wat ye wha I met Yestreen

– 

Sung by Sir William, p. 54. 

– 

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. 

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