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Pan, grant that I may never prove So great a Slave to fall in love, And to an Unknown Deity Resign my happy Liberty: I love to see the Amorous Swains ...Unto my Scorn their Hearts resign; With Pride I see the Meads and Plains ...Throng'd all with Slaves, and they all mine: Whilst I the whining Fools despise, That pay their Homage to my Eyes. .....Song by Aphra Behn
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