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Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes, Bliss In Our Brows' Bent; None Our Parts So Poor But Was A Race Of Heaven.

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And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.