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Recitative.
Deep in a forest's shadowy seat,A youth enjoy'd his calm retreat,
Deaf to the din of civil rage,
And discord of the impious age;
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His drowsy lids, and thus alarm'd his rest.
Two rival forms immensely bright
Appear'd, and charm'd his mental sight;
Honour and Pleasure seem'd descending,
On each her various train attending,
Of decent, sober, great, and plain,
Of gay, fantastick, loud, and vain.
With confident, yet charming grace,
Pleasure first brake the silence of the place.
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