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On one point only now Would I remark, if thou Would'st not imagine it was meant to' advise; I'd ask thee, what can blind So utterly thy mind, And warp thy judgment in so strange a wise, As not at once to see Instinctively, that she Who so long charmed thee with her grateful smile, With, or without regret, Can never all forget Your past fond friendship in so short a while; How dost thou know but that she feels no less Grief for her own coy flight, than pain for thy distress?