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<DATE>2014-07-17</DATE>
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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<HEAD>Loves Exta&s;ie: OR, <HI>Strephon <HI>and</HI> Cloas <HI>Corronation.</HI></HI></HEAD>
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<L><HI>Tho' Loves the only Coyn in Heaven doth go,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Happy tho&s;e Lovers are that pay below.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Ienny Gin,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER> <GAP DESC="music">
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<L>AS <HI>Strephon</HI> did unfold his Flocks,</L>
<L>ju&s;t as the Sun did ri&s;e,</L>
<L>He &s;aw fair <HI>Cloa</HI> from the Rocks,</L>
<L>which did his Soul &s;urprize:</L>
<L>Aloud he cry'd, make ha&s;te my love,</L>
<L>make ha&s;te my deare&s;t dear,</L>
<L>To meet me in the Mirtle Grove,</L>
<L>and feed our flocks all there.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Her Milky Herd kept all around,</L>
<L>i'th front &s;he did appear,</L>
<L>Old Trip and Nimble led the ground</L>
<L>and White-foot in the Reer:</L>
<L>Make ha&s;te my love, make ha&s;te, he &s;aid,</L>
<L>make ha&s;te my deare&s;t dear,</L>
<L>My fair and lovely beautious Maid,</L>
<L>we feed our Flocks all here.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Beneath a Sycamore &s;he lay,</L>
<L>upon her Flocks to look,</L>
<L>Some feed, &s;ome innocently play,</L>
<L>and &s;ome were in the Brook:</L>
<L>Aloud &s;he cry'd, where is my love?</L>
<L>where is my deare&s;t dear?</L>
<L>The Sun has Guilded all the Grove,</L>
<L>yet <HI>Strephon</HI> is not here.</L>
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<LG>
<L>She nimbly tript it to the Vale,</L>
<L>and cry'd, where is my Dear?</L>
<L>The Eccho gave her back her Tale,</L>
<L>but <HI>Strephon</HI> was not there:</L>
<L><HI>Strephon</HI> indeed was all her care,</L>
<L>quoth &s;he, where is my Swain?</L>
<L>Where is my love? where is my dear?</L>
<L>that lets me thus complain.</L>
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<LG>
<L>His love admits no longer &s;tay,</L>
<L>and hers did &s;ympathize,</L>
<L>She ro&s;e and met him on the way,</L>
<L>and &s;poke with her fair eyes:</L>
<L>Ah! here my <HI>Cloa,</HI> here's thy Swain,</L>
<L>that does thy &s;elf adore,</L>
<L>The true&s;t and the happie&s;t man,</L>
<L>that ever lov'd before.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But God what Oratry was there!</L>
<L>as they walkt to her Grove,</L>
<L>Vow and vow, and tear and tear,</L>
<L>the Extract of all love:</L>
<L>Till both with Exta&s;ie o'recome,</L>
<L>upon the ground they lay,</L>
<L>The God of plea&s;ure &s;truck 'em dumb.</L>
<L>and envy'd both that day.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>J. Deacon,</HI> at the <HI>Angel</HI> in <HI>Guilt&s;pur-&s;treet.</HI></P>
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