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For he the night before, in Tarquin's tent, (16)

Unlock'd the treasure of his happy state; (17)

What priceless wealth the heavens had him lent (18)

In the possess on of his beauteous mate; (19)

Reckoning his fortune at such high-proud rate,
That kings might be espoused to more fame, (21)

But king nor peer to such a peerless dame.

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