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Thus, soon They pass'd the Bounds, no Qualmish fear
By th' Men endur'd, nor Female Pantings there:
Trod safe th' Arcadian Soyl, bright Morn to th' Eye,
Fresh-check'd arose; serene both Earth and Skie;
Adorn'd by th' Sun's resplendent Rays, who seem'd
To smile on their Success, as Dear esteem'd.
Half hour dissolv'd, They part in Friendly sort;
Those prancing on their Way to th' Royal Court.