Attachment hast accustomed use,
It could deep shame be lame excuse
Sister, brother, eaves compare,
Private sulks amongst despair.
5 We sit in amble holding hands,
The ease in which imprisoned stands,
Its shallow roots in foothold grip
No subterfuge could less equip.
That we should take to passing time,
10 Arousing all suspicious crime;
As innocence protrudes the bud
From whence it came the rush of blood;
How known to others can be made
in half width envy's serenade;
15 To seek bewildered, not too sure,
which stained the half so rightly pure;
It felt beneath as if we did,
The wished for state that if we hid:
These pleasures may they move by force,
20 Evasive offers some resource.
Tho' while the brief affair with fate,
Has argued since our present state:
To parting may have moved the brief,
But bitter taste of much relief.
25 How felt does this, the scar it prints
To blemish long enough and since,
Like death does this compare we do,
believe that non-conceived are true!
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