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18 The very thought of change I hate,
 * As much as of despair;

Nor ever covet to be great,
 * Unless it be for her.

'Tis true, the passion in my mind
 * Is mix'd with soft distress;

Yet while the fair I love is kind,
 * I cannot wish it less.