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For me, ye Cissoids,[[204]] round my temples bend
Your wandering curves; ye Conchoids[[205]] extend;
Let playful Pendules quick vibration feel,
While silent Cyclois rests upon her wheel;
Let Hydrostatics,[[206]] simpering as they go,
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Lead the light Naiads on fantastic toe;
Let shrill Acoustics[[207]] tune the tiny lyre;
With Euclid sage fair Algebra[[208]] conspire;