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You little know the heart that you advise I view this various scene with equal Eyes; In crowded courts I find myself alone. And pay my worship to a noble throne Long since the value of this world I know Pity the madness & despise the show. Well as I can my tedious past I bear And wait for my dismission without fear. Seldom I mark mankinds detested ways Not hearing censure, or affecting praise. And unconcern'd my future state I trust To that sole [[underline]] being merciful [[/underline]] & just. To you the sweets of love were only shewn The sure succeeding bitter days unknown You had not yet the fatal change deplor'd The tender lover for th'imperious lord, Nor felt the pain that jealous fondness brings Nor felt the [[underline]] coldness, from possession [[/underline]] springs
