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Magdalene College - Pepys
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Loves Quintessence.
Or, The Frolick on Hackney Marsh.
A comly Nymph, upon a fragrant Plain,
Implor'd one hours pastime of her Swain
But he deny'd, until a piercing Dart
Created Love in him and smote his heart.
Then mutually they both imbrac't each other,
And if their actions don't, no more I will discover.
To the new Scotch Tune , or in January last.
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D Own in a pleasant Valley
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by a River clear,
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The twentieth day of July
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in the prime of the year,
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As I was fishing all alone
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I heard a Virgin cry
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Be kind my dear Amphetus
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or in Love I dye.
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She thought that none was near her
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but the Amorous Swain
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Therefore she lay down by him
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on the fragrant Plain
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But yet he could not understand
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which made her for to cry
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Be kind to me Amphetus
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or in Love I dye.
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The second part to the same tune.
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Sweet Shepheard said the Damsel
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why so discontent
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Let mutual flames of Venus
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grief and care prevent
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That I like to a harmless Dove
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in blisful constancy
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May love my dear Amphetus
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until both shall dye.
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In this distressed passion
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ravisht with her love
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Desired that god Cupid
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would his fancy move
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And let her fold him in her arms
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or still she's forc'd to cry
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Be kind my dear Amphetus
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let not Nicee dye.
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At length by her implorings
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came a sudden Dart
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Which sorely pierc'd Amphetus
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to his very heart
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A wounding Nymph then said the youth
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what ailes thee for to cry
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I love my pretty Nicee
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and will till I dye.
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Lets bless this happy minute
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which we do injoy,
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And dedicate to Venus
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and her little boy
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These pleasures now which wel'e in-joy
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the effects of love to try
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For well I love fair Nicee
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and will till I dye.
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Thou art the fairest creature
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in the Universe
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Therefore I thank my Aspects
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For this sweet converse
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I could here ever be confind
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with thee my fate to try
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Because I love fair Nicee
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and will till I dye.
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Then having now discovered
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the sequel of his mind
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Unto the Nymph fair Nicee
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strait to her grew kind.
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And throwing over one leg
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they soon were in conjunction
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Oh cryed out the faire Maid
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now I love thy Function.
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In this sweet amorous posture
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not long they did lye
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But out the youngster cryed
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truce or else I dye.
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If you will let me breath a fresh
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my vigor I will spend
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And give you future pleasure
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ere our mirth doth end.
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Then rest my dear Amphetus
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thou hast plaid thy part
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For in this pleasant conflict
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hast thou wone my heart.
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I thought things good in sympathy,
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but now I find it clear
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No knowledge like the practique part
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though sometimes bought dear.
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But now yov'e had th' fruition
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of my Maiden-head
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I hope my dear Amphetus
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Nicee you will wed.
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Then honestly reply'd the youth
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to marry's my intent
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And for to seal the bargain
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too't again they went.
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I seeing of this frolick
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and night almost come
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With speed I left my fishing
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homewards for to run.
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And left this pretty loving couple,
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on the mowed grass,
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To write in Ballet method
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what there came to pass.
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Printed for J. Conyers at the Black Raven in Duck Lane.
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