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(13) Roses (Loves delight)
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Roses (Loves delight) let's joynTo the red cheek'd God of Wine:
Roses crown us, while we laugh,
And the juyce of Autumn quaff:
Roses of all Flowers the King;
Roses the fresh pride oth' spring:
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Joy of every Deitie;Love, when with the graces he
For the Ball himself disposes,
Crowns his golden hair with Roses.
Circling then with these our brow
We'l to Bacchus Temple go:
The Close.
There some willing Beauty lead,And a youthful measure tread.
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