>I was angry with my friend;
>I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
>I was angry with my foe:
>I told it not, my wrath 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 outstretched beneath the tree.
