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 COme, my Lucasia, since we see
 That Miracles Mens faith do move,
 By wonder and by prodigy
 To the dull angry world let's prove
 There's a Religion in our Love.

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 For though we were design'd t'agree,
 That Fate no liberty destroyes,
 But our Election is as free
 As Angels, who with greedy choice
 Are yet determin'd to their joyes.

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 Our hearts are doubled by the loss,
 Here Mixture is Addition grown ;
 We both diffuse, and both ingross :
 And we whose minds are so much one,
 Never, yet ever are alone.

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 We court our own Captivity
 Than Thrones more great and innocent :
 'Twere banishment to be set free,
 Since we wear fetters whose intent
 Not Bondage is, but Ornament.

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 Divided joyes are tedious found,
 And griefs united easier grow :
 We are our selves but by rebound,
 And all our Titles shuffled so,
 Both Princes, and both Subjects too.

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 Our Hearts are mutual Victims laid,
 While they (such power in Friendship lies)
 Are Altars, Priests, and Off'rings made :
 And each Heart which thus kindly dies,
 Grows deathless by the Sacrifice.