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 5 KATHERINE OGIE. As walking forth to view the plain, Upon a morning early, While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain, From flowers which grew so rarely: I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid, She shin'd though it was foggie; I ask'd her name: Sweet Sir, she said, My name is Kath'rine Ogie. I stood awhile, and did admire, To see a nymph so stately; So brisk an air there did appear In this dear maid so neatly. Such natural sweetness she display'd, Like lilies in a bogie; AT Diana's self was ne'er array'd Like this same Kathrine Ogie. Thou flower of females, Beauty's queen, Who sees thee, sure must prize thee; Though thou art dress'd in robes but mean, Yet these cannot disguise thee: Thy handsome air, and graceful look, Excel a clownish rogie; Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke, My charming Kath'rine Ogie. O were I but some shepherd swain, To feed my flock beside thee,