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SEPTIMNUS and ACME: A Dialogue Set by Dr. John Blow.
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〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHilst on Sep—tim—ni—us's panting Breast, meaning nothing less than Rest; Acme lean'd her lo—ving Head, the pleas'd Septimnius thus said, the pleas'd Septimnius thus said:
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Hilst on Sep—tim—ni—us's panting Breast, meaning nothing less than Rest; Acme lean'd her lo—ving Head, the pleas'd Septimnius thus said, the pleas'd Septimnius thus said:
〈♫〉〈♫〉 MY dearest Ac—me! if I be once a—live, and love not thee, with a Passion far above all that e're was called Love; in a Ly—bian De—sert may I become some Lyon's Prey! let him, Acme, let him tear my Breast, when Acme is not there; let him, Acme, let him tear my Breast, when Acme is not there.
Sound, sneez'd aloud, and all around; the little Loves that waited by, bow'd, and blest the Au—gu—ry.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe God of Love stood by to hear him, the God of Love was always near him: Pleas'd and tickl'd with the
Sound, sneez'd aloud, and all around; the little Loves that waited by, bow'd, and blest the Au—gu—gy.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe God of Love stood by to hear him, the God of Love was always near him: Pleas'd and tickl'd with the
Sound, sneez'd aloud, and all around; the little Loves that waited by, bow'd, and blest the Au—gu—ry.
Eyes.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 ACme enflam'd with what he said, rais'd her gentle bending Head; and her purple Mouth with joy, stretching to the de-li-cious Boy; twice, and twice, could not suffice, she kiss'd his drunken rolling Eyes; twice, and twice, could not suffice, she kiss'd his drunken rolling
Eyes.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 MY lit—tle Life, my All, said she, so may we e—ver Servants be to this best God, and ne're re—tain our ha—ted Li—ber—ty again: So may thy Passion last for me, as I a Passion have for thee; greater and fiercer much then can be conceiv'd by thee a Man: It reigns not on—ly in my Heart, but runs like Life through ev'ry Part.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 SHe spake, the God of Love, aloud, sneez'd again, and all the crowd of little Loves that waited by, bow'd and blest the Au—gu—ry.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 SHe spake, the God of Love, aloud, sneez'd again, and all the crowd of lit—tle Loves that waited by, bow'd and blest the Au—gu—ry.