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LANQUET. Thrice happy shepherds now! for Dorset loves The country-muse, and our resounding groves, While Anna reigns: O, ever, may she reign!And bring, on earth, the golden age again. 52
HOBBINOL. I love, in secret all, a beauteous maid, And have my love, in secret all, repaid; This coming night she plights her troth to me: Divine her name, and thou the victor be. 56
LANQUET. Mild as the lamb, unharmful as the dove, True as the turtle, is the maid I love: How we in secret love, I shall not say: Divine her name, and I give up the day. 60
HOBBINOL. Soft on a cowslip bank my love and I Together lay; a brook ran murmuring by: A thousand tender things to me she said; And I a thousand tender things repaid. 64
LANQUET. In summer-shade, behind the cocking hay, What kind endearing words did she not say!
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