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Requesting me to give her a Spring of Blossomed Thorn.
From the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloris requested / A sprig, her fair breast to adorn: / No, by Heavens! I exclaim'd, let me perish, if ever / I plant in that bosom a thorn!