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 * never, never more our Hands be joyn’d?

Are you, like Heav’n, grown cruel and unkind? Why must those borrow’d Shapes delude your Son? And why, ah! why those Accents not your own?


 * said; then sought the Town; but shrowds

And wraps their Persons in a Veil of Clouds; That none may interpose, with fond Delay, Nor see, nor touch, nor ask them of their Way. Thro’ Air sublime the Queen of Love retreats To ’ stately Tow’rs, and blissful Seats: Where to her Name an hundred Altars rise, And Gums, and flow’ry Wreaths, perfume the Skies.


 * o’er the lofty Hill they bend their Way,

Whence all the rising Town in Prospect lay, And Tow’rs and Temples; for the Mountain’s Brow Hung bending o’er, and shaded all below. Where