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Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

There Is A River In Macedon, And There Is Moreover A River In Monmouth. It Is Called Wye At Monmouth, But It Is Out Of My Prains What Is The Name Of The Other River; But 'tis All One, 'tis Alike As My Fingers Is To My Fingers, And There Is Salmons In Both.

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.

My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old, So Long As Youth And Thou Are Of One Date; But When In Thee Time's Furrows I Behold, Then Look I Death My Days Should Expiate.

Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind.