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WINE AND CITRON, by                    
First Line: Leave the rest, and take the wine
Last Line: Cloth of gold, to make her bed.


Leave the rest, and take the wine
Freshly from the tangled vine;
Gay and amorous is she,
Proof of her virginity.

If the others, praising her,
Aught omitted to repair,
Rhymes I'd string melodious,
Ear-rings fit for Sirius.

Take therewith my golden maid:
She at love has never played,
Of sweet union innocent,
Uninformed of banishment.

Between Pleiades and Earth
Climbs the ladder of her birth;
If you wish to know her sire,
Of green bough and cloud enquire.

Liken her, if fancy bid,
To an ostrich-egg, well-hid,
And the fragrant rushes spread
Cloth of gold, to make her bed.





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