Lord's chosen Eden was a finest place
Of milk and honey at the golden shores,
There pretty birds, engaged in merry chase,
Sang jolly songs from lofty sycamores;
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What can one say which was not said and yet The author wrote this verse with no regret.
The language flows like a kind river, smooth and calm...Shakespeare must be enjoying it if he ever had a chance to read it.. :)