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A thousand sev’ral ways
Amidst the shades
Amintas, to my grief i see
Amintor, heddless of his flocks
Benaeth a dark and melancholy grove
Bess of bedlam
Draw near, you lovers
From silent shades
He himself courts
How I sigh
I resolve against cringing
I take no pleasure
Let us, kind lesbia
Since one poor view
Since the box
What hope for us remains
Who but a slave
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