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42 Orpheus Caledonius.
I take my Fate from bad ta worfcj
That I muft needs be now a Nurfe,
And lull my young Son on my Lap,
From me fweet Orphan, take the Pap.
Balow, my Child, thy Mother mild
Shall wail as fi'om all Bllfs exil'd.
BaloWi &c.
Balovv, my Boy, weep not for me,
Whofe grcateft Grief's for ivronging thee 5
Nor pity herdeferved Smart,
Who can blame none but her fond Heart :
For, too foon trufting latefl: finds.
With faireft Tongues are falfeftMind^.
BaloWy &c.
Balow, my Boy, thy Father's fled.
When he the thriftlefs Son has play'd.
Of Vows and Oaths, forgetful he
Frefer'd the Wars to thee and me.
But now, perhaps, thy Curfe and mine.
Make him eat Acorns with the Swine.
Balow^ &c.
Bat curfe not him, perhaps now he.
Stung with Remorfe, is bleflingthee:
Per-

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