The spangling dew dredged o’er the grass shall be
Turn’d all to mell and manna there for thee.
Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oil,
Shall run as rivers all throughout thy soil.
Would’st thou to sincere silver turn thy mould?
–Pray once, twice pray; and turn thy ground to gold.
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