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“There with a thousand sherbets, odorous wine, delicious viands, perfumed breath of roses, in sing’ular scenes of palace crystalline, fair couches, fairer what on couch reposes; with thousand joys unvulgar shall, in fine, each Nymph await the Brave her fancy chooses and all love-smitten, longing to bestow what Hope can figure, or what eyes can show.