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Rh If on thoſe endleſs charms you lay The value that ’s their due, Kings are themſelves too poor to pay, A thouſand worlds too few.

But is a paſſion without vice, Without diſguiſe or art, Ah, Mira! if true love ’s your price, Behold it in my heart.

happieſt mortals once were we, I lov’d Mira, Mira me; Each deſirous of the bleſſing, Nothing wanting but poſſeſſing. I lov’d Mira, Mira 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.