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Another.
[As I beheld a Winters Evening Air]
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As I beheld a Winters Evening Air,Curl'd in her court false locks of living hair,
Butter'd with Jessamine the Sun left there.
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Galliard and clinquant she appear'd to give,A Serenade or Ball to us that grieve,
And teach us A la mode more gently live.
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But as a Moor, who to her Cheeks prefersWhite Spots t'allure her black Idolaters,
Me thought she look'd all ore bepatch'd with Stars.
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Like the dark front of some Ethiopian Queen,Vailed all ore with Gems of Red, Blew, Green;
Whose ugly Night seem'd masked with days Skreen.
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Whilst the fond people offer'd SacrificeTo Saphyrs 'stead of Veins and Arteries,
And bow'd unto the Diamonds, not her Eyes.
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Behold Lucasta's Face, how't glows like Noon!A Sun intire is her complexion,
And form'd of one whole Constellation.
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So gently shining, so serene, so cleer,Her look doth Universal Nature cheer;
Only a cloud or two hangs here and there.
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