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 And so true feeling of her harmless pains, That every one a shower of comfits rains. For which the bride-youths scrambling on the ground, In noise of that sweet hail her cries were drown'd. And thus bless'd Hymen joy'd his gracious bride, And for his joy was after deified. The saffron mirror by which Phœbus' love, Green Tellus, decks her, now he held above The cloudy mountains: and the noble maid, Sharp-visag'd Adolesche, that was stray'd Out of her way, in hasting with her news, Not till this hour th' Athenian turrets views; And now brought home by guides, she heard by all, That her long kept occurrents would be stale, And how fair Hymen's honours did excel Far those rare news, which she came short to tell. To hear her dear tongue robb'd of such a joy, Made the well-spoken nymph take such a toy , That down she sunk: when lightning from above, Shrunk her lean body, and for mere free love, Turn'd her into the pied-plum'd Psittacus, That now the parrot is surnam'd by us,