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Those gaudy scenes which dazzl'd magic Eyes Those pregnant sounds which harmoniz'd the gale Are all dismember'd, driven, crush'd & torn Like worthless, [[underline]] weightless chaff; [[/underline]] o'er Hymen's deserts borne. Voluptuousness no more shall chasten thought Phoebus no more shall on their vigils peep; Who misbeheld those extasies they sought Who violated peace, who murder'd sleep. The rout is o'er, the revelry is done, [[underline]] And irresistless fate, has clouded folly's sun. [[/underline]] My 1st. is the lot that is destin'd by fate For my 2d. to meet with in ev'ry state And my 3d. is by many philosophers reckon'd [[underline]] To bring very often, my first with my second [[/underline]]
