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Thou shalt my Rose be thought (he said) Perfume;
What World can know? These are sworn Friends; Presume.
Close plac'd, withdrawn, where we kind Arms may spread,
For many Hours conjoyn'd in naked Bed.
Let not thus change, Coy, froward mood, translate
That nobler Passion Love in me to Hate.
'Tis your King speaks; Great Ones would sue for this
Now Offer'd you; come, seal the Grant with kiss: