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The Sight of thee does such vast Transports breed,
That scarce the Ecstasies of Love exceed.

Flor. If beyond Love or Glory is a Taste
Of Pleasure, it is sure in Friendship plac'd.

Ori. My Corisanda too!
Not Florestan cou'd fly with greater haste
To take thee in his Arms: O welcome to my Breast,
As to thy Lover's——

Cor. O Joy compleat!
Blest Day!
Wherein so many Friends and Lovers meet.

Flor. The Storm blown over, so the wanton Doves $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Shake from their Plumes the Rain, and seek the Groves,
Pair their glad Mates, and cooe eternal Loves.

Amad. O Florestan blest as thou dost deserve,
To thee the Fates are kind, without Reserve.
My Joys are not so full; tho' Love wou'd yield,
Fierce Honour stands his Ground, and keeps the Field:
Nature within seduc'd, in vain befriends,
While Honour, with his Guard of Pride, defends:
O Nature frail, and faulty in thy Frame,
Fomenting Wishes, Honour must condemn;
Or O! too rigid Honour thus to bind,
When Nature prompts, and when Desire is kind.