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Rh Well mayst thou blush, my song, To leave the rural throng, And fly thus artless to my Laura's ear; But, were thy poet's fire Ardent as his desire, Thou wert a song that heaven might stoop to hear.

Se tu aveffi ornamenti quant' ai voglia, Potrefti arditamente Ufcir del bofco, e gir' infra la gente.