How Springs Came First
These springs were maidens once that loved,But lost to that they most approved:My story tells, by Love they wereTurn'd to these springs which we see here:The pretty whimpering that they make,When of the banks their leave they take,Tells ye but this, they are the same,In nothing changed but in their name.
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