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It is my diffidence that makes me doubt; And if thou dost deny thy confidence, What can I deem myself, but a mere toy, A plaything for thy idle moments?—not Thy bosom's counsellor, and valued friend—— Helena, thou shouldst see my inmost soul, Read all my thoughts, but— That thou fearest to trust me: Though I lack wisdom, love, I'll be discreet— Why dost thou hesitate? When Eve had spoiled The tree of knowledge with a daring hand, She found the fruit was bitter—be advised— Retain thy innocent simplicity; Revel in happy ignorance, nor seek A theme for deeper meditation, than Hath yet found entrance in thy youthful heart.