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POEMS.
Light as the wind, wild as the wave,
He's both a tyrant and a slave;
A fire that freezes, and a frost that's hot;
A bitter sweet, and luscious sour!—
Wretched is He, who knows his power;
Yet far more wretched still is He, who knows it not.
He's both a tyrant and a slave;
A fire that freezes, and a frost that's hot;
A bitter sweet, and luscious sour!—
Wretched is He, who knows his power;
Yet far more wretched still is He, who knows it not.
His tongue is with persuasion tipt;
His darts in poisoned honey dipt
Speed to the bosom their unerring flight;
His lips are rich in flattering lies,
And oft a fillet o'er his eyes
He binds, and so conceals his faults from his own sight.
His darts in poisoned honey dipt
Speed to the bosom their unerring flight;
His lips are rich in flattering lies,
And oft a fillet o'er his eyes
He binds, and so conceals his faults from his own sight.
He has two cheeks of blushing red;
He has two wings which still are spread,
When most his stay is wished, most swift to fly:
He joys in wanton tricks and wiles,
And mark! that when he sweetest smiles,
Then is the rogue most sure those tricks and wiles to try.
He has two wings which still are spread,
When most his stay is wished, most swift to fly:
He joys in wanton tricks and wiles,
And mark! that when he sweetest smiles,
Then is the rogue most sure those tricks and wiles to try.
