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 Yea, he deserves to find himself deceived, Who seeks a Heart in the unthinking Man. Like shadows on a stream, the forms of life Impress their characters on the smooth forehead: Nought sinks into the Bosom's silent depth. Quick sensibility of Pain and Pleasure Moves the light fluids lightly; but no Soul Warmeth the inner frame. .