Catches, canons and drinking songs
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When Phoebus was amorous and longed to be rude,
Miss Daphne cried, “Pish!” and ran to the wood,
and rather than do such a naughty affair,
she became a fine laurel to deck the Gods’ hair,
yet in this she behaved like a true modern spouse,
for she fled from his arms to distinguish his brows.