For know, Azile, I have dearly paid For thee, if of thee I am e'er possest; Possess me then with thy prevailing aid, And aid to that shore that must make me blest: There shall I sing encomions to thy praise, And praise the lustre of thy noble spirit, When ravish't by those Epithalmian lays Of Nymphs, thou shalt their Nymph-like grace inherit, And Hymen in a saffron veil shall come, O'er a fair field bestrew'd with margerum.
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