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Sometimes her arms infold him like a band;
She would, he will not in her arms be bound:
And when from thence he struggles to be gone;
She locks her Lilly fingers one in one.

Fondling, saith she, since I have hemm'd thee here,
Within the circuit of this Ivory pale,
I'le be the Park, and thou shalt be my Deer;
Feed where thou wilt on mountain or in dale;
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

Within this limit is relief enough,
Sweet bottom grass, and high delightful plain,
Round rising hillocks, brakes, obscure and rough,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain:
Then be my Deer, since I am such a Park,
No Dog shall rouz thee, though a thousand bark.

At this Adonis smiles as in disdain,
That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple,
Love made those hollows: if himself were slain,
He might be buried in a tomb so simple:
Fore-knowing well if there he came to lie,
Why there Love liv'd, and there he could not die.

These lovely caves, these round inchanting pits,
Opened their mouths to swallow Venus liking:
Being mad before, how doth she now for wits?
Strook dead at first, what needs a second striking?

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