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If for thy Sake once more the drooping Muse
Replumes her Pinions, and her Strength renews;
Florio! with kind Regard the Strain attend,
And gently lose the Critic in the Friend.
If the low Measures flow devoid of Art,
Believe they come all naked from the Heart;
And let the Verse thy fond Attention claim
That wears thy matchless Leonora's Name.
Replumes her Pinions, and her Strength renews;
Florio! with kind Regard the Strain attend,
And gently lose the Critic in the Friend.
If the low Measures flow devoid of Art,
Believe they come all naked from the Heart;
And let the Verse thy fond Attention claim
That wears thy matchless Leonora's Name.
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