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[I'll to the Shore, there to the Deep I'll turn]

I'll to the Shore, there to the Deep I'll turn,
To cruel Galatea make my Mourn;
There on the Sands I'll murmur out my Pray'r,
And try if I can move th'obdurate Fair.

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With Hope, sweet Hope, I'll mitigate my Pains,
Nor ever cease to hope while Life remains.