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On One, who said, He drank to clear his Eyes.
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On One, who said, He drank to clear his Eyes.
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Phœbus, drawing to his Western Seat,
His shining Face bedew'd with beamy Sweat,
His flaming Eyes at last grown blood-shot-red,
By Atoms sprung from his hot Horses speed,
Drives to that Sea-green Bosom of his Love's,
And in her Lap his fainting Light improves;
His shining Face bedew'd with beamy Sweat,
His flaming Eyes at last grown blood-shot-red,
By Atoms sprung from his hot Horses speed,
Drives to that Sea-green Bosom of his Love's,
And in her Lap his fainting Light improves;
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So Thyrsis, when at th' unresisted flame
Of thy fair Mistress's eye, thine dull became,
In sovereign Sack thou did'st an Eye-salve seek,
And stol'st a blest dew from her rosie Cheek:
When straight thy lids a chearful vigour wore,
More quick and penetrating than before.
Of thy fair Mistress's eye, thine dull became,
In sovereign Sack thou did'st an Eye-salve seek,
And stol'st a blest dew from her rosie Cheek:
When straight thy lids a chearful vigour wore,
More quick and penetrating than before.
I saw the sprightly Grape in glory rise,
And with her Day thy drooping Night surprize,
So that, where now a giddy darkness dwells,
Brightness now breaks through liquid Spectacles
And with her Day thy drooping Night surprize,
So that, where now a giddy darkness dwells,
Brightness now breaks through liquid Spectacles
Had Adam known this cure in Paradice,
He'd scap'd the Tree, and drunk to clear his Eyes.
He'd scap'd the Tree, and drunk to clear his Eyes.
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