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On Chloris requesting me to give her a spray of a sloe-thorn in full blossom

From the white-blossom'd sloe, my dear
Chloris requested
A sprig, her fair breast to adorn:
No, by Heavens! I replied, let me perish for ever,
Ere I plant in that bosom a thorn!

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