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ON
DA'S mount the gods were met,
A sportive, jolly, noisy set,
Resolving nectar bowls to quaff,

Cupid, because thou shin'st in Stella's eyes,
That from her locks, thy day-nets, noe scapes free,
That those lips swell, so full of thee they be,
That her sweet breath makes oft thy flames to rise,

One silent night of late,
When every creature rested,
Came one unto my gate,
And knocking, me molested