The New Way of
BONNY JEAN.
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(1) The Nymph.
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LOves fairest Youth, in blooming May,
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Stood Musing by a River Side,
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Where the Bright Goddess of the Day,
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Had deck'd the Plain in Glorious Pride:
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Then Laurels green crown'd bonny Jean,
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And secret Flames bred Constancy;
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Almighty Jove soon from above,
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Fix'd Love's sweet Passions in her Eye.
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(2)
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God Cupid and his Golden Rays,
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With Speed towards the Fountain drew;
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He at a Distance views the Blaze;
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And hopes to make it change its Hew:
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Then Whispers fast with Glances past,
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And Raptures flew their Breasts between,
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A trembling Air did seize the Fair,
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And stop'd the Course of bonny Jean.
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(3)
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The Wreaths of Gold about her Neck,
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Did with a splendid Lusture Shine,
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The Christal Streams seem'd to reflect
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Her Beauty that appear'd Divine:
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Love's Murmurs sweet was there compleat,
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And Fancy was supply'd by Art;
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They pop'd for Day prolong'd its Ray,
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And quiter'd in the Female's Heart.
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(4)
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Hyperion with Golden Care,
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Did from the Eastern Ocean move,
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And blustring Mars, that God of War,
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In Glistring Arms approach'd the Grove:
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Then Pallas wife did first advise,
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Who best affects the Charmer's Love,
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If Mars, or he Apollo be,
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Fit to compet with powerful Jove.
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(5)
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Still Cupid seem'd to fear no Harm;
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He stricks the Charmer to the Heart,
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And gives her Beauty an Alarm,
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To raise and act a Lover's Part:
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With killing Eyes to Mar she flys,
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And sets the Warlike God apart,
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She leaves the Grove to follow Love,
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And thanks kind Cupid for the Dart.
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(6)
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No more she'll hover o're the Plains,
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Or view the Water's empty Sholds,
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No more she'll use amongst the Swains;
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That bears a Sway in Cupids Folds;
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Her Eye's a Lamp to Venus Camp,
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Where soft perfuming Flames do burn
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The Robs of Green dispis'd by Jean,
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Are only fit for those that mourn.
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