The History of Polindor and Flostella With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged |
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Next Morn, as mounting Phœbus should not rise
Eagrer to view's half globy World, then he
More-worth Flostella far, he's gone, does flee
By day-break to Rufin, his Uncles place,
Where calling Minde strait (that proper Lass
Kept th' house) they soon Unsex'd him for a while
With her best Silken cloathes, small linnen-pile
For shift, though couch'd his Taff'ty-robes within;
This short salute to's Father, left Rufin:
Which Scroul, that Even to his hand convay'd,
Smooth quallifying cause of Flight display'd.
Eagrer to view's half globy World, then he
More-worth Flostella far, he's gone, does flee
By day-break to Rufin, his Uncles place,
Where calling Minde strait (that proper Lass
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With her best Silken cloathes, small linnen-pile
For shift, though couch'd his Taff'ty-robes within;
This short salute to's Father, left Rufin:
Which Scroul, that Even to his hand convay'd,
Smooth quallifying cause of Flight display'd.
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