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That is enough, Zerbin, I esteem
Your procedures more than your verses:
Attach yourself a little more to the rhyme,
I thought I saw some that are all wrong.
But let us move on: to Melophanie
I run to sing these two beautiful airs,
Count on it, to serve Célénie,
That she will set in motion a thousand various springs.
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He has left now. I believe it is appropriate
to make a small invocation to love here.
God of love, without great work,
You can remove her from the seraglio,
Without breaking door or wall:
You can ensure that his flock
Is no longer with... the gear
That one shuts up in this fold.
By heaven, one must admit that the rhyme is quite
fickle: I am currently rhyming like an echo;
and just now when I needed it... But I hear
noise in the seraglio. Let us return to give an
account of our commission.