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        Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly,

        White as the sun, fair as the lily,

      Heigh ho, how do I love thee!

        I do love thee as my lambs

        Are belovéd of their dams;

     How blest were I if thou would'st prove me.

        Diaphenia like the spreading roses,

        That in thy sweets all sweets encloses,

      Fair sweet, how do I love thee!

        I do love thee as each flower

        Loves the sun's life-giving power;

     For dead, thy breath to life might move me.

        Diaphenia like to all things blesséd

        When all thy praises are expresséd,

      Dear joy, how do I love thee!

        As the birds do love the spring,

        Or the bees their careful king:

     Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!