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Her lap, with apron deck'd, she fondly spread,
And strok'd my cheek, and lull'd my leaning head. 68

HOBBINOL.
 Breathe soft ye winds; ye waters gently flow;
Shield her ye trees; ye flowers around her grow:
Ye swains, I beg ye, pass in silence by;
My love, in yonder vale, asleep does ly. 72

LANQUET.
 Once Delia slept on easy moss reclin'd,
Her lovely limbs half bare, and rude the wind:
I smooth'd her coats, and stole a silent kiss:
Condemn me, shepherds, if I did amiss. 76

HOBBINOL.
 As Marian bathed, by chance I passed by;
She blush'd, and at me glanc'd a sidelong eye:
Then, cowering in the treacherous stream, she try'd
Her tempting form, yet still in vain, to hide. 80

LANQUET.
 As I, to cool me, bathed one sultry day,
Fond Lydia, lurking, in the sedges lay:
The wanton laugh'd, and seem'd in haste to fly,
Yet oft' she stopp'd, and oft' she turn'd her eye. 84

HOBBINOL.
 When first I saw, would I had never seen,
Young Lyset lead the dance on yonder green,

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