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158 Songs Compleat,
Have you e'er smelt what Chymick Skill,
From Rose or Amber doth distill ?
Have you been near that sacrifice
The Phoenix makes before she dies?
Then you can tell (I do presume)
My Chloris is the World's Perfume.
Have you e'er tasted what the Bee,
Steals from each fragrant Flower or Tree ?
Or did you ever taste that meat,
Which Poets say that Gods did eat ?
O then I will no longer doubt
But you have found my Chloris out.
AMYNTOR'S Dream.
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