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2In vain the am'rous flute
O solitude, my sweetest choice
Ah heav'n, what is't I hear?
Since the toils and the hazards of war
The Queen’s Epicedium: Incassum Lesbia
The Queen’s Epicedium: No, Lesbia, you ask in vain
O dive custos Auriciae domus
Mark how the lark and linnet sing
But in the close of night
So ceas’d the rival crew when Purcell came
We beg not hell, our Orpheus to restore
The pow’r of harmony too well they knew
The heav’nly quire, who heard his notes from high
Ye brethren of the lyre, and tuneful voice
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