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The bag of the Bee.
About the sweet bag of a Bee,Tvvo Cupids fell at odds,
And vvhose the pretty prize should be,
They vowed to ask the gods:
Which Venus hearing, thither came,
And for their boldness stript them,
And taking from them each his flame,
With rods of Mirtle whipt them;
Which done, to still their wanton cries,
When quiet grown she'd seen them,
She kist, and wipe't their dove-like eyes,
And gave the bag between them.
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