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The knowledge by experience taught, The useless, the repelling; For what avails to know how false Is all the charmer's telling?

I would give worlds, could I believe One half that is profess'd me; Affection! could I think it Thee, When Flattery has caress'd me?

I cannot bear to think of this,— Oh, leave me to my weeping; A few tears for that grave my heart, Where hope in death is sleeping.