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So here confined, and but to female clay, Ardelia's soul mistook the rightful way: Whilst the soft breeze of pleasure's tempting air Made her believe felicity was there; And basking in the warmth of early time, To vain amusements dedicate her prime. Ambition next allur'ed her tow'ring eye, For Paradise she heard was plac'd on high. Then thought the Court with all it's glorious show, Was sure above the rest and Paradise below. There plac'd too soon the flaming sword appeared Removed those powers, whom justly they rever'd Adher'd too in their wreck, and in their ruin shar'd.

Now by the wheels inevitable round,

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