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PEACE, that on a lilied bank dost love To rest thine head beneath an Olive Tree, I would, that from the pinions of thy Dove One quill withouten pain ypluck'd might be! For ô! I wish my frowns to flee, And fain to her some soothing song would write, Lest she resent my rude discourtesy, Who vow'd to meet her ere the morning light, But broke my plighted word—ah! false and recreant Wight!