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[Orlando]
[The matchless meauty of Angelica,
Fairer than was the Nymph of Mercury,
Who, when bright Phoebus mounteth up his coach,
And tracks Aurora in her silver steps,
And sprinkles from the folding of her lap,
White lilies, roses, and sweet violets.
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