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ON this swelling bank once proud, of its burden Doris lay; here she smil'd and
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did uncloud those bright Suns eclipse the day; here we sate, and with kind
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Art shee about mee twin'd her Armes, clasp't in hers my hand and
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heart fetter'd in those pleasing charmes.
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II.
Hear my Love and Joys she crown'd,
Whilest the hours stood still before me,
With a killing glance did wound,
And a melting kiss restore me.
On the down of either brest,
Whilest with joy my soul retir'd,
My reclining head did rest,
Till her lips new life inspir'd.
The Close.
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III. Thus renewing of these sights, doth with griefe and pleasure fill me, and the
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thought of these delights, both at once revive and kill me.
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