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MS. Your aime is sure to ruine us.

Seeking your glory by our paine

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TO AMORET.

Walking in a Starry Evening.

If, Amoret, that glorious eye,

In the first birth of light,

And death of Night,

Had with those elder fires you spy

Scatter'd so high,

Receivèd form and sight;

We might suspect in the vast ring,

Amidst these golden glories,

And fiery stories;[49]

Whether the sun had been the king

And guide of day,

Or your brighter eye should sway.

But, Amoret, such is my fate,

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