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''Then Love, I beg, when next thou takest thy bow,
Thy angry shafts, and dost heart-chasing go,
Pass rascal deer, strike me the largest doe.''
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Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. La Bella Bona Roba (l. 13-15). . .
Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kerm...
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Love, then unstinted, Love did sip,
And cherries plucked fresh from the lip;
On cheeks and roses free he fed;
Lasses like autumn plums did drop,
And lads indifferently did crop
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Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. Love Made in the First Age: To Chloris (l. 13-18). . .
Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vo...
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