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 Frequently, too, such powers move, That Love turns Fancy, and Fancy Love.

Once I turned to bid Fancy flee, Oh, it was Love had come to me.

Once I had sworn that Love was true, Wings were fluttered, and Fancy flew.

Only by this can a maiden say If Love or Fancy has passed her way.

Fancy is fickle, and will not stay, Love will last for ever and aye.

Time alone will full surely prove, If it be Fancy or golden Love,"