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5 Fontes et Flumina.
You silver Brooks, cleer Rivers, crystall Fountains,Whose smooth swift-sliding pase
Still, still roules down apace;
Say, why so long you drive through Vales and Mountains?
To shew Thee, that thy Life (in This Theater)
Flees from thee as the Water:
And, that thy Soverain Bliss
Abides not Heer; where nought abiding is.
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