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It is engender’d in the eyes,With gazing fed; and Fancy diesIn the cradle where it lies:Let us all ring fancy’s knell;I’ll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell.—Ding, dong, bell.W. Shakespeare


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CUPID AND CAMPASPE

Cupid and my Campaspe play’dAt cards for kisses; Cupid paid:He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,His mother’s doves, and team of sparrows;Loses them too; then down he throwsThe coral of his lip, the roseGrowing on’s cheek (but none knows how);With these, the crystal of his brow,And then the dimple on his chin;All these did my Campaspe win:At last he set her both his eyes—She won, and Cupid blind did rise.O Love! has she done this to thee?What shall, alas! become of me?J. Lylye


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Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day,With night we banish sorrow;Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloftTo give my Love good-morrow!Wings from the wind to please her mindNotes from the lark I’ll borrow;Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing,To give my Love good-morrow;To give my Love good-morrowNotes from them both I’ll borrow.
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