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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>VERSES Occasioned by a Young Lady's asking the Author, What was a Cure for Love?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From me, my Dear, O seek not to receive<br>What e'en deep-read Experience cannot give.<br>We may, indeed, from the Physician's skill<br>Some Med'cine find to cure the body's ill.<br>But who e'er found the physic for the soul,<br>Or made th' affections bend to his controul?<br>When thro' the blaze of passion objects show<br>How dark 's the shade! how bright the colours glow!<br>All the rous'd soul with transport's overcome,<br>And the mind's surly Monitor is dumb.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>In vain the sages turn their volumes o'er,<br>And on the musty page incessant pore,<br>Still mighty Love triumphant rules the heart,<br>Baffles their labour, and eludes their art.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Say what is science, what is reason's force<br>To stop the passions wild ungovern'd course?<br>Reason, 'tis true, may point the rocky shore,<br>And shew the danger, but can serve no more,<br>From wave to wave the wretched wreck is tost,<br>And reason 's in th' impetuous torrent lost.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>In vain we strive, when urg'd by cold neglect,<br>By various means our freedom to effect,<br>Tho' like the bee from sweet to sweet we rove,<br>And search for ease in the vast sound of Love,<br>Tho' in each Nymph we meet a kind return,<br>Still in the firstfond hopeless flame we burn,<br>That dear idea still our thoughts employs,<br>And blest variety itself e'en cloys.<br>So exiles banish'd from their native home<br>Are met with pity wheresoe'er they come,<br>Yet still their native soil employs their care,<br>And death were ease to lay their ashes there.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thomas+Godfrey">Thomas Godfrey</a></strong></div>

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