On a bank h roses shaded,

        st ts aided,

        Violets wh alone

        Yields but feeble smell or none

        (Ser bed Jove neer reposed on

        hen his eyes Olympus closed on),

        hile oerhead six slaves did hold

        opy of cloth ogold,

        And two more did music keep,

        Juno lull to sleep,

        Oriana, who was queen

        to ty tamerlane,

        t he land

        Bethrad Samard,

        ide fervour beamd,

        Mused o sleep, and dreamd.

        train,

        A young poet soothed his vein,

        But he had nor prose nor numbers

        to express a princesss slumbers.--

        Ye fancies,

        as deep versed in old romances,

        And could talk whole hours upon

        t Cer John,--

        tell the Sophi

        From tartar rophy--

        of,

        t e of--

        But ion

        Kept not pation

        ty suns did rise a,

        And ;

        But, uo proceed,

        Mad a virtue out of need,

        And, his labours wiselier deemd of,

        Did omit he queen dreamd of.
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