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[  2    ] For still she bids soft Pity's melting eye
 * Stream o'er the ills she knows not to remove,

Points every pang, and deepens every sigh
 * Of mourning friendship, or unhappy love.

Ah! then, how dear the Muse's favours cost, If those paint sorrow best who feel it most! SONNET