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 Extremes, they say, do rule the fair; You show the truth, I do declare; Your bonnet now so small is grown, It scarce the name of one can own; Your clasp, as large as any shield, Will frighten Cupid from the field, He'll take you for an Amazon, Clap his wings, and off be gone.

To wander with thee through the shade of the groves,
 * Or over the moon-lighted mead,

And there to discourse of our mutual bliss,
 * Were an exquisite pleasure indeed.

For in the effulgence of beauty and grace,
 * On the last, or the birth-day before,

You attained to that age so congenial to love.
 * Interesting and playful threescore.