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“ ‘Love madden’d, moonstruck, now I fled the war, and kindly Doris named the trysting-night; at length my lovely love I saw appear, my winsome Thetis, in her robeless white:
Like one possest I hurried from afar opeing mine arms to clasp the life and sprite of this my body, and hot kisses rain upon her cheeks, her locks, her glorious eyne.