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Scene I.
A Chorus of Love's Priests with Asperges and Thuribles lustrating the place.1 Mysti.
We with pure Conspersions thus,
Sacred rites, and hallowed Thus,
To render every Lover true,
Do Element Love's dominions new;
That no heart too strongly beat,
We give his Fires temperate heat;
We give his Waters vertuous force,
T'asswage 'um taken in their source;
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Which fair Truth, and Candor loaths,
We purge the Air from, and the Earth
From every fowl and monstrous birth;
For, as some Lands their Monsters fear,
Unruly Lust's our Monster here;
As others poys'nous Beasts molest,
So Avarice is our poys'nous Beast,
From which, when once a Realm is freed,
Then Love's dominion 'tis indeed.
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