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Intent upon her beauties, as she mov'd, Poor heedless wretch! at unawares I lov'd. 88
LANQUET. When Lucy decks with flowers her swelling breast, And on her elbow leans, dissembling rest, Unable to refrain my madding mind, Nor herds, nor pasture, worth my care I find. 92
HOBBINOL. Come, Rosalind, O, come! for, wanting thee, Our peopled vale a desert is to me.Come, Rosalind, O, come! My brinded kine, My snowy sheep, my farm, and all, are thine. 96
LANQUET. Come, Rosalind, O, come! Here shady bowers, Here are cool fountains, and here springing flowers: Come, Rosalind! Here ever let us stay, And sweetly while the live-long time away. 100
HOBBINOL. In vain the seasons of the moon I know, The force of healing herbs, and where they grow: No herb there is, no season, to remove From my fond heart the racking pains of love. 104
LANQUET. What profits me, that I in charms have skill, And ghosts, and goblins, order as I will,
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