The fig, and also the wine-berry;
The nightègales bigging[[32]] on their nest;
The papejoys[[33]] fast about gan fly,
And throstles sang, would have no rest.
He pressed to pull fruit with his hand,
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As man for food that was near faint.
She said "Thomas, thou let them stand,[[34]]
Or else the fiend thee will attaint!
If thou it pluck, soothly to say,