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 In one soft look what language lies!

O yes, believe me, Love has eyes.

Love's wing'd, they cry—

O, never, I-

On pinions love to soar;

Deceivers rove,

But never love,

Attach'd he moves no more:

Can he have wings who never flies?

And yes, believe me, Love has eyes.