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A thousand sev'ral ways

Amidst the shades

Amintas, to my grief i see

Amintor, heddless of his flocks

Benaeth a dark and melancholy grove

Bess of bedlam

Draw near, you lovers
From silent shades
He himself courts
How I sigh
I resolve against cringing
I take no pleasure
Let us, kind lesbia
Since one poor view
Since the box
What hope for us remains
Who but a slave