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III.
If on thoſe endleſs charms you lay
The value that ’s their due,10
Kings are themſelves too poor to pay,
A thouſand worlds too few.
IV.
But is a paſſion without vice,
Without diſguiſe or art,
Ah, Mira! if true love ’s your price,
Behold it in my heart.16
SONG.
I.
The happieſt mortals once were we,
I lov’d Mira, Mira me;
Each deſirous of the bleſſing,
Nothing wanting but poſſeſſing.
I lov’d Mira, Mira me;5
The happieſt mortals once were we.
II.
But ſince cruel Fates diſſever,
Torn from love, and torn for ever,
Tortures end me,
Death befriend me:10
Of all pains the greateſt pain
Is to love, and love in vain.12
