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The heaven stretch'd her a shade. Fortune and luck on her did lay. Her generosity had never fade, But a but remain'd a say. Lucifer's face she wore, Wrath and fury lent her no fight. Even honour and seats she bore. Yet, a but lodge in her site. Here tarry'd my arguement: Must this demon boastfully exist? For so long he had ham'd our merry'ment. Prescribe me a pill, else the arguement persist. Joyfully, should we in this circle? Or by construction, intuities alternates a triangle? . Adeyemi Joshua