...presents the God unshorn : See how Aurora throws her fair, Fresh-quilted colours through the air : Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree : Each flow'r has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Above an hour since ; yet you not drest ; Nay, not so much...

...wings, presents the God unshorn : See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air : Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree ; Each flow'r has wept, and bow'd towards the east Above an hour since ; yet you not drest ; Nay, not so much...

...wing presents the god unshorn: See liow Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quiltod colours through the air. Get up, sweet slug-a-bed ! and see The dew bespangling...toward the east Above an hour since, yet you not drest \ Nay. not so much as out of bed, When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns...

...wings presents the God unshorn: See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air : Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree : Each flow'r has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Above an hour since ; yet you not drest ; Nay, not so much...

...wings presents the God unshorn : See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air : Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree : Each flow'r has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Above an hour since ; yet you not drest ; Nay, not so much...

...unshorn: See how Aurora throws her fair Freeh-quilted colours through the air. Get up, sweet slng-a-bed ! and see The dew bespangling herb and tree: Each flower...toward* the east Above an hour since, yet you not drest ; Nay. no: so much as out of bed, When all the birds have matins said, And sung thtir thankful hymns...

...wings presents the God unshorn: See .how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree: Each flower has wept, and bowed towards the east, Above an hour since; yet you not dress'd; Nay not so much as out of bed; When...

...queen. Catherine, to the high ground, on Shooter's llill, aecoropanit 1 by a train of the nobility. Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree : Each flower has wept, and bowed towards the east, Above an hour since ; yet you not dress'd ; Nay not so much as out of bed ;...

...Fresh-quilted colours through the aire ; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herbe and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Above an houre since, yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds have mattens seyd,...

...wings, presents the god unshorn : See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree ; Each flower has wept, and bow'd towards the east Above an hour since ; yet you not drest ; Nay, not so much as out of bed, When ajl...