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While Septimius in his arms his Acme

Fondled closely, 'My own,' said he, 'my Acme,

If I love not as unto death, nor hold me

Ever faithfully well-prepar'd to largest

Strain of fiery wooer yet to love thee,

Then in Libya, then may I alone in

Burning India face a sulky lion.'

Scarce he ended, upon the right did eager

Love sneeze amity; 'twas before to leftward.

2.

Acme quietly back her head reclining

Towards her boy, with a rosy mouth delightful

Kissed his passionate eyes elately swimming,

Then 'Septimius, O my life' she murmur'd,

'So may he that is in this hour ascendant

Rule us ever, as in me burns a greater

Fire, a fiercer, in every vein triumphing.'

Scarce she ended, upon the right did eager

Love sneeze amity; 'twas before to leftward.

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So, that augury joyous each possessing,

Loves, is lov'd with an even emulation.

Poor Septimius, all to please his Acme,

Recks not Syria, recks not any Britain.

In Septimius only faithful Acme

Makes her softnesses, holds her happy pleasures.

When did mortal on any so rejoicing

Look, on union hallow'd as divinely?