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 Had doff'd her gaudy trim,
 * With her great Master so to sympathize:

It was no season then for her To wanton with the Sun, her lusty Paramour.

Onely with speeches fair She woo's the gentle Air
 * To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow,

And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame,
 * The Saintly Veil of Maiden white to throw,

Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.

But he her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyd Peace,
 * She crown'd with Olive green, came softly sliding

Down through the turning sphear His ready Harbinger,
 * With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing,

And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through Sea and Land.

No War or Battlails sound Was heard the World around: Rh