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III.
Youth was her too inflaming Time;
This, her more habitable Clime;
How must she then each Heart engage,
Who blooms like Youth, is wife like Age?
Youth was her too inflaming Time;
This, her more habitable Clime;
How must she then each Heart engage,
Who blooms like Youth, is wife like Age?
IV.
Thus the rich Orange-trees produce
At once both Ornament, and Use:
Here op'ning Blossoms we behold,
There fragrant Orbs of ripen'd Gold.
Thus the rich Orange-trees produce
At once both Ornament, and Use:
Here op'ning Blossoms we behold,
There fragrant Orbs of ripen'd Gold.
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