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On his Divine Poems.
Reader , expect not here, the filth of th' Stage,Poems that please, but more debauch the Age.
His chaster Muse such heavenly strains doth sing,
As Angels chant to their Immortal King.
By such pure harmony he tun'd his heart
In the Cœlestial Choir to bear a part.
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