we have run our passion's heat.
Love hither makes his best retreat.
the plants will growing.
all but rude, delicious solitude.
The quiet fair, have found thee here.
and Innocence, thy sister dear.
was ever seen.
All but rude, delicious solitude.
All but rude, delicious solitude.
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