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Rh Safe in his Skill, from all Restraint set free, But conscious Shame, Remorse, and Piety. Sire of all Arts, defend thy darling Son, O save the Man, whose Life's so much our own, On whom, like Atlas, the whole World's reclin'd, And, by restoring Garth, preserve Mankind.

HE happiest Mortals once were we, I lov'd Myra, Myra me;
 * Each desirous of the Blessing,
 * Nothing wanting but Possessing;

I lov'd Myra, Myra me; The happiest Mortals once were we.

But since cruel Fates dissever, Torn from Love, and torn for ever,
 * Tortures end me,
 * Death befriend me;

Of all Pains the greatest Pain Is to love—and love in vain.



Rh