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 | | He loves our sister Marcia, greatly loves her, His eyes, his looks, his actions all betray it: But still the smother'd fondness burns within him, When most it swells, and labours for a vent, The sense of honour, and desire of fame Drive the big passion back into his heart. |
 | | Juba's surrender, since his father's death, Would give up Afric into Caesar's hands, And make him lord of half the burning zone. |
 | | That Juba may deserve thy pious cares, I'll gaze for ever on thy godlike father, Transplanting, one by one, into my life, His bright perfections, till I shine like him. |
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