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, surely it is here that Love should come, And find, (if he may find on earth), a home; Here cast off all the sorrow and the shame That cling like shadows to his very name.

Young Love, thou art belied: they speak of thee, And couple with thy mention misery; Talk of the broken heart, the wasted bloom, The spirit blighted, and the early tomb;