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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=585911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Surpris’d Nymph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The four and twentieth day of May,	<br>Of all days in the year;	<br>A Virgin Lady fresh and gay,	<br>Did privately appear:	<br>Hard by a River side got she,	 <br>And did sing loud the rather;	<br>Cause she was sure, she was secure,	<br>And had intent to bathe her.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With glittering, glancing, jealous Eyes,	<br>She slyly looks about;	 <br>To see if any lurking Spies	<br>Were hid to find her out:	<br>And being well resolved that none,	<br>Could see her Nakedness,	<br>She pulled her Robes off one by one,	 <br>And did her self undress.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her purple Mantle fring’d with Gold,	<br>Her Ivory Hands unpinned;	<br>It would have made a Coward bold,	<br>Or tempted a Saint to ’a sinned:	 <br>She turned about and looked around,	<br>Quoth she, I hope I’m safe;	<br>Then her rosie Petticoat,	<br>She presently put off.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snow white Smock which she had on,	 <br>Transparently to deck her,	<br>Look’d like Cambric or Lawn,	<br>Upon an Alabaster Picture:	<br>Thro’ which Array I did faintly spy	<br>Her Belly and her Back;	 <br>Her Limbs were straight, and all was white,	<br>But that which should be Black.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into a fluent Stream she leapt,	<br>She looked like Venus Glass;	<br>The Fishes from all Quarters crept,	 <br>To see what Angel ’twas:	<br>She did so like a Vision look,	<br>Or Fancy in a Dream;	<br>’Twas thought the Sun the Skies forsook,	<br>And dropt into the Stream.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each Fish did wish himself a Man,	<br>About her all was drawn,	<br>And at the Sight of her began	<br>To spread abroad their Spawn:	<br>She turned to swim upon her Back,	 <br>And so display’d her Banner;	<br>If Jove had then in Heaven been,	<br>He would have dropt upon her.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Lad that long her Love had been,	<br>And could obtain no Grace,	 <br>For all her prying lay unseen,	<br>Hid in a secret place:	<br>Who had often been repuls’d,	<br>When he did come to Woo her;	<br>Pulled off his clothes, and furiously	 <br>Did run and leap into her.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She squeaked, she cried, and down she dived,	<br>He brought her up again;	<br>He brought o’er upon the Shore,	<br>And then—and then—and then—	 <br>As Adam did Old Eve enjoy,	<br>You may guess what I mean;	<br>Because she all uncovered lay,	<br>He covered her again.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With watered Eyes she pants and cries,	 <br>I’m utterly undone;	<br>If you will not be wed to me,	<br>E’er the next Morning Sun:	<br>He answered her he ne’er would stir,	<br>Out of her Sight till then;	 <br>We’ll both clap Hands in Wedlock Bands,	<br>Marry, and to’t again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by  from <i>Pills to Purge Melancholy</i> - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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