I was angry with my friend,
I told my warth, my warth did end;
I was angry with my foe,
I told it not, my warth did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veild the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
I told my warth, my warth did end;
I was angry with my foe,
I told it not, my warth did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veild the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
