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Four, as from them, came sliding down below;
From th' Garden strait (gold Quiver, silver'd Bow)
Small Cupid joyn'd; Wing'd handsome Boys, as shewn
Their Prince himself still Danced there alone.
He back to th' Garden walk'd, those Spirits then,
By Masking art, soar'd up to th' Clouds agen.