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ON SEEING SOME NAMES CUT ON A PANE OF GLASS.
I
True wit, with sablest ink,On crystal writes in vain;
The trickling letters sink,
And fade upon the pane.
II
But, ah! should Folly's fingerWith a diamond ring be blest,
His name and nonsense linger,
Indelibly impress'd.
III
On Chloë's heart the same,To sense and merit cold,
Whoe'er would grave his name
Must boast a pen of gold.
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