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XXI.

Minst.
When Battle, smoking with new quickened gore,
Bending with spoils and bloody dropping head,
Did the dark wood of ease and rest explore,
Seeking to lie on Pleasure's downy bed,
Pleasure, dancing from her wood,
Wreath'd with flowers of eglantine,
From his visage washed the blood,
Hid his sword and gaberdine.