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Upon the Sun's Darling.
Is he then found? Phœbus make holliday;Tye up thy Steeds; And let the Cyclops Play;
Mulceber leave thy Anvile, and be trim;
Combe thy black Muzle, be no longer Grim;
Mercury be quick, with mirth furnish the heavens,
Jove, this day let all run at six and seavens;
And Ganimede be nimble, to the Brim
Fill Boules of Nectar, that the Gods may swim,
To solemnize their healths that did discover
The oscure being of the Suns fon'd lover.
That from the Example of their liberall mirth
We may enjoy like freedome on Earth.
John Tatham.
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