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 Yet Virtue's power you'll find

Above poor Cupid's sway,

While Love, most truly blind,

Too seldom finds his way.

Reason then guide me,

Cupid away,

Mine be the lover,

Who, prudent as kind,

Aims to discover

A charm in the mind:

Who, prizing ever

The heart alone,

Will build his love on Virtue's throne,

And never, never

That love disown.



