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Love sleeping.

Within the Covert of a shady Grove,
We saw the little red-cheek'd God of Love.
He had nor Row nor Quiver, those among
The neighb'ring Trees upon a bough were hung:
Upon a Bank of tender Rose-buds laid
He, (smiling) slept; Bees with their noise invade
His rest, and on his lips their honey made,