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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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