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De Phillede, Epig. 66.
When beauteous Phillis to me all the night,Had gave her self in all garbes of delight,
And in the morning I began to sound
What gift were best, of Cosmus sweets a pound,
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Rich Spanish Wooll eight pound, or Cæsar's coyn
Ten yellow boyes: My neck embraced shee,
And with as long a kisse alluring mee
As marriages of Doves are making up,
Phillis desired nought else but a merry Cup.
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