Poeticall Miscellenies
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CHamus, that with thy yellow-sanded stream Slid'st softly down where thousand Muses dwell, Gracing their bowres, but thou more grac'd by them; Heark Chamus, from thy low-built greeny cell; Heark, how our Kentish woods with Hymen ring, While all the Nymphs, and all the shepherds sing, Hymen, oh Hymen, here thy saffron garment bring.
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