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33. To Lesbia.
I thank you (Lesbia) for your lips, and smiles,Your pretty courtship, and your amorous Wiles.
Her breath was sweet as Venus bower of bliss,
Her joyes uncounterfeit, and not remiss;
Her skin was smooth as calmest summers day,
And warm as are the temperate Noons in May:
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In th'truest Garbe to tempt who durst invade.
There wanted nothing to complete our joyes,
Had not the house been liable to spies;
For I do value more a Ladies fame,
Then satisfaction of my highest flame.
Thus much in jest, now to speak truth is time;
I'm glad we parted, and escap'd the Crime.
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