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XIV.
A nobler, and a speedier aid
My virtue hath from Cælia's eyes;
By them more happy I am made;
And as I'm happy, am I wise.
A nobler, and a speedier aid
My virtue hath from Cælia's eyes;
By them more happy I am made;
And as I'm happy, am I wise.
XV.
Let the mistaken world suppose
That nature in old Homer reigns;
Or, still more blindly think she flows
In Virgil's cold, and laboured strains.
Let the mistaken world suppose
That nature in old Homer reigns;
Or, still more blindly think she flows
In Virgil's cold, and laboured strains.
XVI.
I carve my love upon a tree;
Scholars consult it's faithful rind:
Throw books away, for there you'll see
A livelier copy of the mind.
I carve my love upon a tree;
Scholars consult it's faithful rind:
Throw books away, for there you'll see
A livelier copy of the mind.
End of the Second Act.
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