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Rh The proud unfeeling world their lot hall corn Who 'midt inglorious hades can poorly dwell: Yet if ome youth, for gentler paions born, Shall chance to wander near our lowly cell,

His feeling breat with purer flames hall glow; And leaving pomp, and tate, and cares behind, Shall own the world has little to betow Where two fond hearts in equal love are join'd.