Whither so fast? See how the kindly flowers Perfume the air and all to make thee stay. The climbing woodbind clipping all these bowers, Clips thee likewise for fear thou pass away. Fortune our friend, our foe will not gainsay. Stay but awhile Phoebe no telltale is, She her Endymion, I'll my Phoebe kiss.
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