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Tell, if thou
canst, and truly, whence doth come
This camphire,
storax, spikenard, galbanum,
These musks, these
ambers, and those other smells
Sweet as the Vestry of
the Oracles.
I'll tell thee: -while my Julia did
unlace
Her silken bodice but a breathing space,
The passive air such odour then assumed
As when to
Jove great Juno goes perfumed,
Whose pure immortal
body doth transmit
A scent that fills both heaven and
earth with it.
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