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Pilot
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These violent Delights have violent Ends
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Our Toil shall strive to mend
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And left no friendly Drop
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Dreamers often lie
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Stabbed with a white Wench's black Eye
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To seek a Foe
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An old accustom'd Feast
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Some Consequences yet hanging in the Stars
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What Storm is this that blows so
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Give me a Torch
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This Trick may chance to scathe you
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Passion lends them Power
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