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73
TO DORA
God's mercy, Dora, what's a kiss
That you should whimper like a child?
A maid was ne'er as coy as this,
A woodlark never was so wild.
There went, i' faith, no niggard pinch
You little pecking sweetbill finch!
That you should whimper like a child?
A maid was ne'er as coy as this,
A woodlark never was so wild.
There went, i' faith, no niggard pinch
You little pecking sweetbill finch!
Come, loveliness, 'tis but the task
Of mating Cupid's red to red;
A rosebud touch is all I ask,
Lift up, dear nun, this shining head!
There! see how good a thing it is—
God's mercy, Dora, what's a kiss?
Of mating Cupid's red to red;
A rosebud touch is all I ask,
Lift up, dear nun, this shining head!
There! see how good a thing it is—
God's mercy, Dora, what's a kiss?
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