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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Shepherd's Petition
TO
The Goddess of Beauty.
To an Excellent New Play-house Tune, call'd, Let the Soldiers Rejoyce.

(1)

LEt my Celia prove kind,
Of a gentle soft Mind,
[S]ince she's fair as the Be-----ams of the Morning;
Enthron'd within her Eye,
Thousand young Cupids lye,
With the Graces, the Graces, this Beauty adorning.

(2)

How fair her Cheeks show?
Where the white Lillies grow;
And how sweet are her Cha-----rms and her Kisses?
(those softer Seals of Love)
Does Entangle Great Jove,
And to Court her, to Court her, is all that he wishes.

(3)

Her Breasts (like the Snow)
Are Fountains, that flow
With Kindness, and Swe-----etness, and Pleasure;
And then the Golden Mine,
(More delightful than Wine)
Makes [for] ever, for ever, to wish for the Treasure.

(4)

This jewel and Prize,
(Th[at] Dazles all Eyes)
Sweet Venus, now gi-----ve to a Lover;
With Celia let me rest,
(In her soft Arms be blest)
And I'll love her, I'll love her, and never give over.

(5)

'Tis Love that does Refine,
(Tis a Passion Divine)
[In] the Great, and the Bra-----ve, and the Witty;

It sweetens every thing,
Makes a Peasant a King,
Makes the Plough to be Pleasant as Court or th[e City.]

(6)

With Celia let me Live,
She all Joys can give,
Such is the bright Beau-----ties great Power;
Around the Woods we'll Range,
And while all things do Change,
We'll be constant, be constant, and happy each [Hour.]

(7)

If any Change we make,
Let it be for each sake,
I only your Hea-----rt thus possessing;
Thus (Fairest) you have mine,
And let me have thine,
'Twill bring me Delight, true Delight, & a Bl[essing.]

(8)

Each morning Linnets too,
Shall sweetly Court and Wooe
Fair Celia, and pra-----ise her bright Beauty
The Fawns shall wait on thee,
And thy pretty Pages be,
To follow, to fellow, they'll think it their Du[ty.]

(9)

Come then (my Dear) with me,
And I'll leave all for thee.
Let us hye to the Do----wns, free from Tro[?]
For there we soon shall find,
That the whispering Wind,
Will declare, will declare, that the World is a [?]

FINIS.

Printed for J. Millet, at the Angel, in Little-Brittain.

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