By
John Donne.
It quickned next a toyfull Ape, and so
Gamesome it
was, that it might freely goe
From tent to tent, and with the children
play.
His organs now so like theirs hee doth finde,
That why he
cannot laugh, and speake his minde,
He wonders. Much with all, most he
doth stay
With Adams fift daughter Siphatecia,
Doth gaze on
her, and, where she passeth, passe,
Gathers her fruits, and tumbles on
the grasse,
And wisest of that kinde, the first true lover was.
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