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There are a sort of her whose visages Do cream & mantle like a standing pool, And do a wilful stillness entertain With purpose to her Breast in an opinion Of Wisdom, [[underline]] gravity, profound [[/underline]] conceit. Is it because each tie is gone That bound thee to this fragile state? Because thou'st left to mourn alone no Friend [[underline]] to love, no foe to hate. [[/underline]] I had trusted my whole Soul to his care, I had relied upon his principles, his affection, oh there it started! & he wounded me in the very core of susceptibility. --
