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 114 Love seeketh only self to please,

To bind another to its delight,

Joys in another's loss of ease,

And builds a hell in heaven's despite.

THE GARDEN OF LOVE.

THE FLY.

ITTLE fly,

Thy summer's play

My thoughtless hand

Has brush'd away.