The Irish Masque.
So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains,
Wherein rude winter bound her veins ;
So grows both stream and source of price,
That lately fetter'd were with ice.
So naked trees get crispèd heads,
And colour'd coats the roughest meads,
And all get vigour, youth, and spright,
That are but look'd on by his light.
The Songs and Poems of Ben Jonson.
London: Philip Allan & Co., 1924. 83.
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