The sun's my fire, when it doth shine,
The hollow spring's my cave of wine,
The rocks and woods afford me meat;
This Lamb and I from one dish eat:
The neighbouring herds my garments send,
My pallet the kind earth does lend:
Excess and grandeur I decline
My sole Associates are divine.
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