Every Morne from hence,
A brisk Cherub something sips,
Whose sacred influence
Adds sweetnes to his sweetest lips,
Then to his Musick, and his song
Tastes of his breakefast all day long.
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And now where e're he strayes Among the Galilaean mountains, Or more unwelcome wayes, Hee's follow'd by two faithfull fountaines, Two walking Baths, two weeping motions; Portable and compendious Oceans.
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