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Oh why should Fate such pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining; Or why so sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining? This world's wealth, when I think upon't, Is pride and a' the lave on't; Fie, fie on silly coward man, That he should be the slave on't."—.

Most beautiful, most happy! must there be Clouds on thy sky, and thorns upon thy path? Love, why art thou so wretched? thou, so formed To be the blessedness of life, the last Sweet relic left of Eden! Yet on thee, Even on thee, the curse is laid! Thy cup Has its full share of bitterness. The heart