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APOLLO and DAPHNE.
Epigram II.
When Phœbus was am'rous, and long'd to be rude,
Miss Daphne cry'd pish! and ran swift to the wood,
And rather than do such a naughty affair,
She became a fine laurel to deck the god's hair.
Miss Daphne cry'd pish! and ran swift to the wood,
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She became a fine laurel to deck the god's hair.
The nymph was be sure of a cold constitution,
To be turn'd to a tree was a strange resolution;
But in this she resembled a true modern spouse,
For she fled from his arms to distinguish his brows.
To be turn'd to a tree was a strange resolution;
But in this she resembled a true modern spouse,
For she fled from his arms to distinguish his brows.
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