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Aske me why I send you here (The Primrose)
Tis Wine that inspires (The Excellency of Wine)
Though my torment far exceeds (A Smile, or Frown)
Till now I never did believe (The Reformed Lover)
Till I beheld fair Calia's face (Cælia singing)
O now the certain cause I know (To a Lady weeping)
Sing fair Clorinda whilst you move

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