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Will not the laughing boy despise

Her who relates each fond conceit—

Who, thinking Heaven is in her eyes,

Yet cannot see the slight deceit?

8.

For she who takes a soft delight

These amorous nothings in revealing,

Must credit all we say or write,

While vanity prevents concealing.

9.

Cease, if you prize your Beauty's reign!

No jealousy bids me reprove:

One, who is thus from nature vain,

I pity, but I cannot love. January 15, 1807. [First published, 1832.]

TO ANNE.

1.

, Anne, your offences to me have been grievous:

I thought from my wrath no atonement could save you;

But Woman is made to command and deceive us—

I look'd in your face, and I almost forgave you.