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I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet Comfort's blafted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once so dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ?
I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet Comfort's blafted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once so dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ?
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Those dear destroyers of the tedious day ! That wheel of fops I that Santer of the town ;. Call it Diversion , and the pill goes down ; Fools grin on fools , and Stoic - like , support , Without one sigh , the pleasures of a court .
Those dear destroyers of the tedious day ! That wheel of fops I that Santer of the town ;. Call it Diversion , and the pill goes down ; Fools grin on fools , and Stoic - like , support , Without one sigh , the pleasures of a court .
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I am faint and forlorn : I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell . 4 III . Since Phyllis vouchlaf'd me a look , I never once dreamt of my vine ; May I lose both my pipe and my crook , If I knew of a kid that was mine , : I priz'd every ...
I am faint and forlorn : I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell . 4 III . Since Phyllis vouchlaf'd me a look , I never once dreamt of my vine ; May I lose both my pipe and my crook , If I knew of a kid that was mine , : I priz'd every ...
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