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Love what we see can from our sight remove,And things invisible are seen by Love.
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What has that wretched damsel left to boast,What good on earth, whose virtuous praise is lost?
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Reflect, ye gentle dames, that much they know,Who gain experience from another's woe.
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What more our folly shows,Than while we others seek, ourselves to lose?
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In blaming others, fools their folly show,And most attempt to speak when least they know.
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For oft the graceOf costly vest improves a beauteous face.
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Of all the sex this certain truth is known,No woman yet was ever content with one.
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To others never doThat which yourselves would wish undone to you.
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Never let us utter what we never can know,And chiefly when it works another's woe.
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But such their power who rule with tyrant sway,Whom most they loath the people most obey.
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John Hoole |
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When Fame, O monarch! good or evil tells,Evil or good beyond the truth she swells.
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And Neptune's white herds low above the wave.
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These friendly words awhile consoled the fair;For grief imparted oft alleviates care.
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The toils of honour dignify repose.
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For while the treason I detest,The traitor still I love.
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