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Rh Doubt may invade the heart, but poisons not, For love is sweeter, by suspicion flavoured. If it with anger overcasts the eye, And heaven's bright purity perversely blackens, Then zephyr-sighs straight scare the clouds away, And, changed to tears, dissolve them into rain. Thought, hope, and love remain there as before, Till Cynthia gleams upon me as of old.

 TO THE GRASSHOPPER

