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412 There is a spell thou dost not see,

That bids a genuine love despair.

2.

And yet that spell invites each youth,

For thee to sigh, or seem to sigh;

Makes falsehood wear the garb of truth,

And Truth itself appear a lie.

3.

If ever Doubt a place possest

In woman's heart, 'twere wise in thine:

Admit not Love into thy breast,

Doubt others' love, nor trust in mine.

4.

Perchance 'tis feigned, perchance sincere,

But false or true thou canst not tell;

So much hast thou from all to fear,

In that unconquerable spell.

5.

Of all the herd that throng around,

Thy simpering or thy sighing train,

Come tell me who to thee is bound

By Love's or Plutus' heavier chain.

6.

In some 'tis Nature, some 'tis Art

That bids them worship at thy shrine;