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Begging of her to be his dear her noble heart to love inclined but little Cupid bent his bow And left the fatal dart behind which proved Rosanna's overthrow Beneath a pleasant shad they walked And valleys where the lambs do play Where they do talk sweet tales of love To pass away a summers day My lovely charming rose cried he See how the pleasant flowers do spring The sun sets at night and