| Our Days are crown'd with soft Delights |
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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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| Solitude |
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| Song |
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| Choice, The: A Dialogue Between Emilia and Marissa |
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