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hese latter scenes confine my roving vers,To this Horizon is my Phoebus bound,His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce,And former sufferings other where are found;Loud o're the rest Cremona's Trump doth sound;Me softer airs befit, and softer stringsOf Lute, or Viol still, more apt for mournful things.
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