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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530243" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Six Cambridge Lasses Bathing Themselves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 When bashfull daylight now was gone<br>2 And night, that hides a blush, came on.<br>3 Sixe Pretty Nymphes to wash away<br>4 The sweatinge of a Summers daye<br>5 In Chams fair streames did gently swim<br>6 And naked bathd each curious limbe.<br>7 O Who had this blist sight but seene<br>8 Would thinke they all had Cl{oe}lia=s beene.<br>9 A Scholer that a walke did take<br>10 Perchance for Meditation sake.<br>11 This blessed Obiect chan'cd to find<br>12 Straight all thinges else went out of mind<br>13 No Studye=s better in this life<br>14 For Practicke or Contemplatiue:<br>15 Who thought Poore soule these hee had seene,<br>16 Fair Dian and her Nymphes had beene.<br>17 And therefore thought in piteous feare<br>18 Act{ae}ons fortune was too neere.<br>19 Or that the Water=Nymphes they were<br>20 Together met to sport 'um there<br>21 And that to him such loue they bore<br>22 As to Iolas once before.<br>23 What could hee thinke but that his eye<br>24 Sixe Venusses at once did spie<br>25 Rise from the waues, or that perchaunce<br>26 Fresh=Water Syrens came to dance<br>27 Vpon our streames, with songes and lookes<br>28 To tempt Poore Scholers from their bookes.<br>29 Hee cannot thinke they Graces are<br>30 Vnlesse their number doubled were.<br>31 Nor can hee thinke they muses bee<br>32 Bicause alasse they wanted three.<br>33 I should haue rather guess'd that here<br>34 Another brood of Helens were<br>35 Begot by Ioue upon |y+e+| playnes<br>36 Watchd by some L{ae}da of the Swans.<br>37 The maydes betrayd were in a fright<br>38 And blush'd (but twas not seene ith night.)<br>39 At last all by |y+e+| banke did stand<br>40 And hee, good harte lent them his hand.<br>41 Where twas his blisse to feele all ore<br>42 Soft Paps, smooth thighes and somethinge more.<br>43 But Enuious Night masqued from his eyes<br>44 The place where loue and pleasure lyes.<br>45 Guesse Louers guesse, o you |y+t+| dare<br>46 What then might bee this Scholers praier<br>47 That hee were but a Cat to spye<br>48 Or had but now Tyberius eyes.<br>49 Yet since this hope was all in Vaine<br>50 Hee helpes 'um don there cloths agayne.<br>51 Makes Promise thye shall none bee shent<br>52 So with them to the Tauerne went.<br>53 Where how hee then might sport or play<br>54 Pardon mee Muse I must not say<br>55 Guesse you that haue a mind to knowe<br>56 Whither hee were a Foole of no.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Randolph">Thomas Randolph</a><div class=q>
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2 And night, that hides a blush, came on.
3 Sixe Pretty Nymphes to wash away
4 The sweatinge of a Summers daye
5 In Chams fair streames did gently swim
6 And naked bathd each curious limbe.
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