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No terrors from the world I fee,
No fear of babblers I difcover,
Talk on, gay world, the world to me,
Is my dear, conftant, conftant lover.
Oh how happy &c.
Can ye, ye old, refufe confent,
Oh let not rigid rules entrap ye,
For what means prudence but content,
Or what content, but to be happy?
Oh how happy &c.

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