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A SONG.
Had I the World at my Command,
And own'd the Wealth of Sea and Land,
To Flora I'd present it all,
And at her Feet lay down the Ball.
And own'd the Wealth of Sea and Land,
To Flora I'd present it all,
And at her Feet lay down the Ball.
Or was my Life by Scraps sustain'd,
From Door to Door by begging gain'd,
Would she be mine, I'd bless my Fate,
Nor wish a more exalted State.
From Door to Door by begging gain'd,
Would she be mine, I'd bless my Fate,
Nor wish a more exalted State.
Possessing Her, or rich, or poor,
What is there to desire more?
There's Nothing precious but her Charms,
And Pleasure dwells but in her Arms.
What is there to desire more?
There's Nothing precious but her Charms,
And Pleasure dwells but in her Arms.
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O grant, You Pow'rs! the Fair I love
May to my Vows propitious prove,
And from your Altars shall arise
The Smoke of daily Sacrifice.
May to my Vows propitious prove,
And from your Altars shall arise
The Smoke of daily Sacrifice.
Among the Blessings You bestow
On craving Mortals here below,
But make the lovely Maiden mine,
I'll all the rest with Joy resign.
On craving Mortals here below,
But make the lovely Maiden mine,
I'll all the rest with Joy resign.
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