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How weak is reason when affection please How hard to turn the soft deluded heart From flattering toys which sooth'd its Vanity. [[underline]] The Earl of Essex [[/underline]] We know There oft is found an avarice in grief And the wan Eye of sorrow, loves to gaze Upon its secret hoard of treasur'd woes In pining solitude-- [[underline]] Mason. [[/underline]] What is this World? thy school of misery Our only Lesson is to learn to suffer And who who [[underline]] knows not that, --was [[/underline]] born for nought.
