English poem
BALLAD. (At first like an infant appearing)
by Anonymous
At first like an infant appearing, With neither his bow nor his dart, To his wiles we attend without fearing, Till he creeps by degrees to our hearts:
When soon for our folly requited, This guest the sole master we find, For scarce to the bosom invited, He lords it at will o'er the mind.
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