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...and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the time of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they...strokes. For her own person, It beggard all description. At the helm, A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft...

...reporter devised well for her. Eno. I will tell you : The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,8 Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple...O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see, The fancy out-work nature :9 on each side her, Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd...

...reporter devised well for her. Eno. I will tell you : The barge she sat in like a burnished throne, Burned on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the...As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggared all description ; she did lie In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,) O'er-picturing...