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 If heaven has fix'd my doom, That Love must quite consume My bursting heart, and close my eyes in death; Ah! grant this flight request, That hero my urn may rest When to its mansion flies my vital breath. This pleasing hope will smooth My anxious wind, and sooth The pangs of that inevitable hour; My spirit will not grieve Her mortal veil to leave In these calm shades, and this enchanting bower.

S' egli e pur mio deftino, E'l cielo in cio s' adopra, Ch' amor quefti oechi lagrimando chiuda, Qualche grazia il mefehino Corpo fra voi ricopra; E torni l' alma al proprio albergo ignuda: La morte fia men cruda, Se quefta fpeme porto A quel dubbiofo paffo; Che lo fpirito laffo Non poria mai in piu ripofato porto N'eri piu tranquilla foffa Fuggir la carne travagliata e l' offa