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■\Vhen fenr, -feir y/v/itf, from thy -handi, ,
Ev'n ice itfelf can warm.
How (hou'd we then, fecure our hearts ?
Love's pow'r we all muft feel -,
WIio thus can, by ftrange magic arts,
In ice his flame conceal.
'Tis thou alone, fair Julia, know\
Can quench my fierce defire ;
But not with water, ice nor fnow,
But with an equal fire.
WHAT tho* 1 9m a country lafs,
A lofty mind I bear-a,.
And think my felf as good as tho^i^^ i , >,- i ■
Who gay apparel wear-a. , , " ^
What tho' my cloaths be homerlpun grey,
My skin it is as foft-a,
As thofe that, in their Cyprus veils»
Carry t^eir heads aloft-a.
What tho' I keep my father's flieep,
It is what muft be done-a ;
A garland of the fweeteft fiov/'rs
Shall fhade me from the fun-a.
And when , I fee they feeding be
Where grafs and fiow'rs do fprlng-a^
Befide a purling cryftai ftream
I'll fet me down and fing-a.
My country curds, and wooden fpoon,
Methinks are very fine-a ;
When, on a ihady bank at noon,
I fet me down and dine-a. _
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