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The scatter'd treasure of the Spring, blowne byAutumn's rude winds from our discoverie;Lillies, and Roses; all that's faire and sweet,There reconcil'd to their first roots we meet:There, only those triumphant Lovers reigne,Whose passions knew on earth so little staine,Like Angels they nere felt what sexes meant;Virtue, was first their nature, then intent:There, toyling Victors safely are possest,With servent youth, eternitie, and rest;But they were such, who when they got the field;To teach the conquer'd, victorie, could yeeldThemselves againe; as if true glorie wereTo bring the foe to courage, not to feare.There are no talking Greeks, who their blood lost,Not for the cause, but for a theame to boast;As if they strove enough for Fame, that soughtTo have their Batailes better told, than fought.There I a Vestal's Shadow first did spy,Who when a live with holy huswifry,Trick'd up in lawne, and flow'ry Wreaths (each handCleane as her thoughts) did'fore the Altar stand:

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