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How worthless is the GloryOf being fam'd in Story,
For mighty Battles won!
The World within his Pow'r,
Could not prolong one Hour
The Life of Philip's Son.
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Insipid is the PleasureOf hoarding Gold and Treasure,
Which can't our Pains repay:
Not India's Mines can buy Us
Content, with Peace supply Us,
Or banish Cares away.
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III
But happy past expressing,Commanding every Blessing
A Mortal can attain,
Is He that loves sincerely
Some gentle Fair One dearly,
And is belov'd again.
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Whom blooming Beauty blesses,A boundless Wealth possesses,
With Joy and Glory crown'd:
There's no such thing as Pleasure,
There's no such thing as Treasure,
But what in Love is found.
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