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... Chlo . I wipe my mouth , and where's your kiffing then ? Daph . I fwear you wipe it to be kiss'd agen . Chlo . Gotend yourHerd , and kifs yourCows at home ; I am a Maid , and in my Beauties bloom . Daph . ' Tis well remember'd , do not ...
... Chlo . I wipe my mouth , and where's your kiffing then ? Daph . I fwear you wipe it to be kiss'd agen . Chlo . Gotend yourHerd , and kifs yourCows at home ; I am a Maid , and in my Beauties bloom . Daph . ' Tis well remember'd , do not ...
Page 69
... Chlo . Play by your felf , I dare not venture thither : You , and your naughty Pipe go hang together . Daph . Coy Nymph beware , left Venus you offend . Chlo . I fhall have chafte Diana ftill to friend . Daph . You have a Soul , and ...
... Chlo . Play by your felf , I dare not venture thither : You , and your naughty Pipe go hang together . Daph . Coy Nymph beware , left Venus you offend . Chlo . I fhall have chafte Diana ftill to friend . Daph . You have a Soul , and ...
Page 70
... Chlo . The matrimonial Yoke is hard to bear ; And Marriage is a woful word to hear . Daph . A fcar - Crow , fet to frighten fools away ; Marriage has joys ; and you fhall have a fay . Chlo . Sour fawce is often mix'd with our delight ...
... Chlo . The matrimonial Yoke is hard to bear ; And Marriage is a woful word to hear . Daph . A fcar - Crow , fet to frighten fools away ; Marriage has joys ; and you fhall have a fay . Chlo . Sour fawce is often mix'd with our delight ...
Page 71
... Chlo . What Tale fhall I to my old Father tell ? Daph . ' Twill make him Chuckle thou'rt bestow'd fo Chlo . But after all , in troth I am to blame ( well . To be fo loving , e're I know your Name . A pleasant founding Name's a pretty ...
... Chlo . What Tale fhall I to my old Father tell ? Daph . ' Twill make him Chuckle thou'rt bestow'd fo Chlo . But after all , in troth I am to blame ( well . To be fo loving , e're I know your Name . A pleasant founding Name's a pretty ...
Page 72
... Chlo . What do you mean ( uncivil as you are , ) To touch my breasts , & leave my bofome bare ? Daph . These pretty bubbies first I make my own . Chlo . Pull out your hand , I fwear , or I shall fwoon . Daph . Why does thy ebbing Blood ...
... Chlo . What do you mean ( uncivil as you are , ) To touch my breasts , & leave my bofome bare ? Daph . These pretty bubbies first I make my own . Chlo . Pull out your hand , I fwear , or I shall fwoon . Daph . Why does thy ebbing Blood ...
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Becauſe beſt blefs Breaſt caft Catullus Cauſe Charms Chlo cloſe cou'd Cymon Daph Death defire Deſpair difdain Dryden e're Earl Earl Douglas eaſe ev'n ev'ry Eyes fafe faid fame Fate fear feems felf fent fhall fhou'd fight fing firft firſt flain foft fome Fool fooliſh foon Friend ftill fuch fure fweet GEORGE ETHERIDGE Ghoſts Gods Grace Heart Heav'n himſelf Horace Idyllium of Theocritus joys kiffing laft laſt Laufus leaſt lefs leſs loft loſe Love Lucretius Maid Mezentius Mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt Numbers Nymphs o're Paffion Pain paſt pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Poet Pow'r praiſe purſue Rage reſt rifing Rural Lay Satyr ſay ſcarce Senfe ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſome Song Soul ſpread ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtood ſtrive Tarchon thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand thro Tranflated Verfe Virgil whofe whoſe wife wiſh wou'd wound
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