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Rh Nor find a Sylph in every dame,

A Pylades in every friend?

But leave, at once, thy realms of air

To mingling bands of fairy elves;

Confess that woman's false as fair,

And friends have feeling for—themselves?

4.

With shame, I own, I've felt thy sway;

Repentant, now thy reign is o'er;

No more thy precepts I obey,

No more on fancied pinions soar;

Fond fool! to love a sparkling eye,

And think that eye to truth was dear;

To trust a passing wanton's sigh,

And melt beneath a wanton's tear!

5.

Romance! disgusted with deceit,

Far from thy motley court I fly,

Where Affectation holds her seat,

And sickly Sensibility;