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E who proclaims that Love is light and vain, Capricious, cruel, false in all his ways; Ah! sure too well hath merited his pain, Too justly finds him all he thus pourtrays.

For Love is pitying, Love is soft and kind; Believe not him who dares the tale oppose; Oh! deem him one whom stormy passions blind, One to whom earth and heaven may well be foes.

If Love bring evils, view them all in me! Here let the world his utmost rigour see, His utmost power exerted to annoy: But all his ire is still the ire of Love; And such delight in all his woes I prove, I would not change their pangs for aught of other joy!