 | The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden
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[lvi]
To a Riuer.
Sith
shee will not that I
Show to the World my Ioy,
Thou who oft mine Annoy
Hast heard (deare Flood) tell Thetis Nymphettes bright,
That not a happier Wight
Doth breath beneath the Skie:
More sweet, more white, more faire,
Lips, Hands, and amber Haire,
Tell none did euer touch;
A smaller, daintier Waste
Tell neuer was embrac't:
But Peace, sith shee forbids thou tell'st too much.
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