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Hee told me how he saw her first,
 And with what gratious eyes,
And gentle speech that flame she nurst,
 Which since she did dispise.
His vowcs she did as fast receive,
 As he could breath them to her;
Love in her eyes proclaim'd her leave,
 That he alone should woo her.

They fed there flocks still neer one place,
 And att one instant mett,
He gazing on her lovely face,
 Fell deeper in the nett.
She seem'd of her new captive glad,
 Proud of his bondage he;
Noe sheapard ere a prospect had
 Of more felicitie.

If his eyes spoke, her eyes replyd,
 And in there language said,
Lets noe more strive a flame to hide,
 By every looke betrayd.

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