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( 4 ) And as fair elen's face

give Grecian dames the lurch,

So did my dear in exceed, in fight

all the virgins in the church.

When we had knit the knot,

of holy wedlock bands,

Like alab after join'd to wine,

o tood we hand and hand.

Then low a! chilling cold,

truck ev’ry vital part,

And grippling grief, like pangs

of death,

eiz’d on my true lov’s heart!

Down in a woon he fell,

as cold as any tone.

Like Venus' picture wanting life,

o was my love brought home

At length a roy red.

throughout her comely face,

As Phœbus’ beams with wat’ry cloud

o’er cover’d with a pace.