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 Mean time the Master-Porter wide display'd Great Store of Caps, of Slippers, and of Gowns; Wherewith he Those who enter'd in, array'd; Loose, as the Breeze that plays along the Downs, And waves the Summer-Woods when Evening frowns. O fair Undress, best Dress! it checks no Vein, But every flowing Limb in Pleasure drowns. And heightens Ease with Grace. This done, right fain,

Thus easy-rob'd, they to the Fountain sped, That in the Middle of the Court up-threw A Stream, high-spouting from its liquid Bed, And falling back again in drizzly Dew: There Each deep Draughts, as deep he thirsted, drew. It was a Fountain of Nepenthe rare: Whence, as   sings, huge  grew, And sweet Oblivion of vile earthly Care;