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The happy'st 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 happy's 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.

Plague us not with idle Stories, Whining Loves, and senseless Glories; What are Lovers, what are Kings, What at best but slavish Things?

Free I liv'd as Nature made me, Love nor Beauty durst invade me, Rh