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Nor will I praise my Cattle; trust not me,
But judge your self, and pass your own Decree:
Behold their swelling Dugs; the sweepy Weight
Of Ewes, that sink beneath the Milky Freight;
In the warm Folds their tender Lambkins lye;
Apart from Kids, that call with human Cry.
New Milk in Nut-brown Bowls is duely serv'd
For daily Drink, the rest for Cheese reserv'd.
Nor are these Houshold Dainties all my Store:$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
The Fields, and Forests will afford us more;
The Deer, the Hare, the Goat, the Savage Boar.
All Sorts of Ven'son; and of Birds the best;
A pair of Turtles taken from the Nest.
I walk'd the Mountains, and two Cubs I found,
(Whose Dam had left 'em on the naked Ground,)
So like, that no Diftinction cou'd be seen:
So pretty, they were Presents for a Queen;
And so they shall; I took 'em both away;
And keep, to be Companions of your Play.
Oh raise, fair Nymph, your Beauteous Face above
The Waves; nor scorn my Presents, and my Love.
Come, Galatea, come, and view my Face;$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
I late beheld it, in the watry Glass;
And found it lovelier, than I fear'd it was.
Survey my towring Stature, and my Size:
Not Jove, the Jove you dream, that rules the Skies,
Bears such a Bulk, or is so largely spread;
My Locks (the plenteous Harvest of my Head)
Hang o'er my manly Face; and dangling down,
As with a shady Grove, my Shoulders crown.
Nor think, because my Limbs, and Body bear
A thick-set Underwood of bristling Hair,
My Shape deform'd; what fouler Sight can be,
Than the bald Branches of a leafless Tree?
Foul is the Steed without a flowing Mane:
And Birds, without their Feathers, and their Train.

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