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84 OVE is begot by Fancy, bred By Ignorance, by Expectation fed; Destroy'd by Knowledge, and at best Lost in the Moment 'tis possest.

Omen to Cards may be compar'd: We play A Round or two; when us'd, we throw away. Take a fresh Pack; nor is it worth our grieving Who cuts or shuffles with our dirty leaving.

OVE is by Fancy led about From Hope to Fear, from Joy to Doubt;
 * Whom we now a Goddess call,

Divinely grac'd in every Feature, Strait's a deform'd, a perjur'd Creature:
 * Love and Hate are Fancy all.

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