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To be alone sometimes
And want no Company
Whilst men are Musing; this you'l say
Is no great Rarity.
But when we are alone
To have Good Company,
The best that ever man enjoy'd,
This is a Mystery.

How such a thing can be,
Although Religion teach it,
And many can discourse thereof,
Yet Nature cannot reach it.
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