When I with lilies do adorn my head, And dress my face by pleasant silver brook, When I my snowy flock do gently lead, And guide their steps with willing shepherd's hook, When I with daffodils do garlands make, And therewith have my back and arms enshrin'd, When I to oaten pipe do me betake, To tell of my Azile, and her mind, When I so oft with flowers my hands have drest, What was it but to please Azile best?
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