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Rh Each other's conscience,

And have our sympathy

Mainly from thence.

We 'll one another treat like gods,

And all the faith we have

In virtue and in truth, bestow

On either, and suspicion leave

To gods below.

Two solitary stars—

Unmeasured systems far

Between us roll,

But by our conscious light we are

Determined to one pole.

What need confound the sphere—

Love can afford to wait,

For it no hour 's too late

That witnesseth one duty's end,

Or to another doth beginning lend.

It will subserve no use,

More than the tints of flowers,

Only the independent guest

Frequents its bowers,

Inherits its bequest.

No speech though kind has it,

But kinder silence doles

Unto its mates,

By night consoles,

By day congratulates.

What saith the tongue to tongue?

What heareth ear of ear?