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196 The Sight of thee does such vast Transports breed, That scarce the Ecstasies of Love exceed.

Flor. If beyond Love or Glory is a Taste Of Pleasure, it is sure in Friendship plac'd.

Ori. My Corisanda too! Not Florestan cou'd fly with greater haste To take thee in his Arms: O welcome to my Breast, As to thy Lover's

Cor. O Joy compleat! Blest Day! Wherein so many Friends and Lovers meet.

Flor. The Storm blown over, so the wanton Doves Shake from their Plumes the Rain, and seek the Groves, Pair their glad Mates, and cooe eternal Loves.

Amad. O Florestan blest as thou dost deserve, To thee the Fates are kind, without Reserve. My Joys are not so full; tho' Love wou'd yield, Fierce Honour stands his Ground, and keeps the Field: Nature within seduc'd, in vain befriends, While Honour, with his Guard of Pride, defends: O Nature frail, and faulty in thy Frame, Fomenting Wishes, Honour must condemn; Or O! too rigid Honour thus to bind, When Nature prompts, and when Desire is kind. Rh