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Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.
The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.
Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.
Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.
The far-off interest of tears.
The far-off interest of tears.
They favour learning whose actions are worthy of a learned pen.
They favour learning whose actions are worthy of a learned pen.
Her grief is real who grieves when no one is by.
Her grief is real who grieves when no one is by.
It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.
It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
Love conquers all things; let us own her dominion.
Love conquers all things; let us own her dominion.
