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With as much Ease may Fire and Ice combine
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Sincerity's my chief Delight
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The Sacred Priest the sensless Mob obey'd
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If I'd a Fortune equal to my Mind
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That Day, when Clangors all Divine
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Dear to the Gods Ambrosia prov'd
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Where new and brighter Objects I shall see
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Solitude
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Song
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On the Death of His Highness the Duke of Glocester
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