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150 Juſtly th’ impartial Fates conſpire, Dooming that ſon to be the ſire Of ſuch another ſon. Conſcious of ills that I have done, My fears to prudence ſhall adviſe; And guilt, that made me great, ſhall make me wiſe. The fatal bleſſing I reſign; Peleus! take the maid divine: Jove conſenting, ſhe is thine. The fatal bleſſing I resign.
 * Heav’n had been loſt had I been Jove.

There is no heav’n, there is ho heav’n, but love.

There is no heav’n but love. No, no, no; There is no heav’n but love.
 * to And thou, the ſtars’ interpreter,

’T is juſt I ſet thee free Who giv’ſt me liberty; Ariſe, and be thyſelf a ſtar. ’T is juſt I ſet thee free Who giv’ſt me liberty.