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here, fond youth, whoe'er thou be, That boasts to love as well as me; And if thy breast have felt so wide a wound, Come hither, and thy flame approve; I'll teach thee what it is to love, And by what marks true passion may be found. It is to be all bathed in tears; To live upon a smile for years; To lie whole ages at a beauty's feet: To kneel, to languish, and implore; And still, though she disdain, adore: It is to do all this, and think thy sufferings sweet.