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Discontent.
The twinkling Stars that gild the Night,
And chequer Blackness with their Light,
Are in their State more blest than I:
They can revel in their Sphere,
And in their Rounds take pleasure there,
Whilst here I pine and die.
And chequer Blackness with their Light,
Are in their State more blest than I:
They can revel in their Sphere,
And in their Rounds take pleasure there,
Whilst here I pine and die.
The Jolly Sun at ev'ry stage,
With Liquor does his Thirst asswage,
And in his State's more blest than I:
Alike he rises ev'ry Day;
Buxome, pleasant, fresh, and gay,
Whilst here I pine and die.
With Liquor does his Thirst asswage,
And in his State's more blest than I:
Alike he rises ev'ry Day;
Buxome, pleasant, fresh, and gay,
Whilst here I pine and die.
Fair Cynthia never goes to bed
Without Endymion at her Head,
And in her State's more blest than I:
Fresh with the Joys of Love,
She re-salutes the Stars above,
Whilst here I pine and die.
Without Endymion at her Head,
And in her State's more blest than I:
Fresh with the Joys of Love,
She re-salutes the Stars above,
Whilst here I pine and die.
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