Fancy

When LOVE and HATE before my Fancy pass, They look, methinks, like a prospective Glass; If on another Person's Failings, I Do chance at any Time to cast an Eye, LOVE takes the End that doth extenuate; The opposite is held by squint-ey'd HATE. But if, on 'tother hand, I have a mind, To view their Actions who to me are kind, LOVE presently presents unto mine Eye That Glass, which their good Turns will magnify: HATE too would be as forward, if she might, To clap her partial Glass before my Sight: But I am weary of her;—for I know, She to all Goodness is a mortal Foe: LOVE's the best Glass by far; yet many chuse, To look thro' that which Sight doth most abuse.