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WHen bright Aurelia tript the plain,
How chearful then were seen,
The looks of every jolly swain,
That strove Aurelia’s heart to gain,
With gambols on the green?
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Their sports were innocent and gay,
Mixt with a manly air;
They’d sing and dance, and pipe and play,
Each strove to please, some different way,
This dear inchanting fair.
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The ambitious strife she did admire,
And equally approve,
‘Till Phaon’s tuneful voice and lyre,
With softest musick did inspire
Her soul to generous love.
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Their wonted sports the rest declin’d,
Their arts prov’d all in vain;
Aurelia’s constant now they find,
The more they languish and repin’d,
The more she loves the swain.
