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A Dialogue Between Alexis and Astrea
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Icarus
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Song
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Me sacred Virtue moves alone
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Then I no more shall grieve, no more complain
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They whose Fire does dimly shine
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Reproaches often useful prove
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To Eugenia
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Let such as value Life be full of Fear
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That Bliss to which I longing haste
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