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Late he abie a Place of Pleasure lay,
All fairly deckt in Sweets of fairest May.
Where silkie Thighs in Dew Grass-hoppers bath'd;
And merry cherruping, so rosie breath'd.
Ye Surrey Swains! and Surrey Swains have bliss;
I dare Ye show so soft a Shade as this!
Atween the dewie Leaves as Air was blown,
The dewie Leaves yquivered every one.
All fairly deckt in Sweets of fairest May.
Where silkie Thighs in Dew Grass-hoppers bath'd;
And merry cherruping, so rosie breath'd.
Ye Surrey Swains! and Surrey Swains have bliss;
I dare Ye show so soft a Shade as this!
Atween the dewie Leaves as Air was blown,
The dewie Leaves yquivered every one.
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