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30 Few Happy Matches

Say, mighty Love, and teach my song, 
To whom my sweetest joys belong; 
And who the happy pairs,
Whose yielding hearts and joining hands, 
Find blessings twisted with their bands, 
To soften all their cares.

Not minds of melancholy strain, 
Still silent, or that still complain, 
Can the dear bondage bless: 
As well may heav'nly concerts spring 
From two old lutes with ne'er a string, 
Or none beside the bass.

Two kindest souls alone must meet:
'Tis friendship makes the bondage sweet 
And feeds their mutual loves.
Bright Venus on her rolling throne 
Is drawn by gentlest birds alone, 
And cupids yoke the doves.

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