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Peace Sings alone the seventh Song.
[Frighted by Day; And in the Night diseas'd]
Frighted by Day; And in the Night diseas'd,I fled to Heaven, and left the World displeas'd.
Fond Men that strive more for a Province there,
Then looking vpward to possesse a Sphere.
Yet vanquish't and Victorious, both at last,
Their weary Limmes, on my soft Bed would cast.
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