The Constant Lover.
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BRIGHT Phoebus one Morning,
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Began to appear,
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I heard a fair Maiden,
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Lament for her dear,
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And thus on her Spinnet,
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Did sweetly play,
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O hap------py Morn,
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That my Jewel was born,
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Welcome the Birth Day.
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I took her to be some,
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Sweet Goddess Devine,
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Her Eyes like the Twinkling
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Stars they did shine,
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Her Cheeks like the Rose,
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And the Lilly so gay,
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O happy etc.
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You Nympths that complain,
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Thet Young Men are unkind,
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Or call them a Flower,
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Or False blast of Wind,
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Behold my Dear Rose,
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That ss Constant to me,
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O happy etc.
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My Rose it is Blooming,
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And now its prime,
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I covet no Kingdom,
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So long as he's mine,
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We'll feed on the Valleys,
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Where Lambs they do play,
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O happy etc.
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We'll revel in Sports,
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That shall lead us to Bliss,
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The small birds shall Crown,
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Our sweet Happiness,
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We'll guide our Flocks,
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That they go not astray,
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O etc.
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Let Heroes for Honour,
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be striving to gain,
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I covet no bliss,
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but to live with my Swasn,
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For true Love is sweeter,
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Than blossoms in May,
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O etc.
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Let Phillis give over,
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Her Wanton and learn,
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Our innocent Pleasures,
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Thrt lead to no harm,
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Let Young Men be kind,
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Lead not Virgins astray,
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O etc.
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When tired with Pleasure,
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We lay down to rest,
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My Love makes his Pillow,
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On my Snowe breast,
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On the banks of white Lillies,
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We Sport and we play,
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O etc.
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And now this blest Mornin,
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mp Head i'll adorn,
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With the sweetest of Flowers,
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The Duq he was born,
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For once in a Year,
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Sport and do play,
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O happ[y] morn,
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That mq Jewel was born,
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Welcome the birth.
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