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And as fair helen's face
give Grecian dames the lurch,
So did my dear in exceed, in fight
all the virgins in the church.
When we had knit the knot,
of holy wedlock bands,
Like alab after join'd to wine,
ſo ſtood we hand and hand.
Then low a! chilling cold,
ſtruck ev’ry vital part,
And grippling grief, like pangs
of death,
ſeiz’d on my true lov’s heart!
Down in a ſwoon ſhe fell,
as cold as any ſtone.
Like Venus' picture wanting life,
ſo was my love brought home
At length a roſy red.
throughout her comely face,
As Phœbus’ beams with wat’ry cloud
o’er cover’d with a ſpace.
