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SCENE II.
SEMELE [alone.]SEMELE.
I Love and am lov'd, yet more I desire;
Ah, how foolish a Thing is Fruition!
As one Passion cools, some other takes Fire,
And I'm still in a longing Condition.
Whate'er I possess
Soon seems an Excess,
For something untry'd I petition;
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The Pleasures of Love,
I die for the Joys of Ambition.
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