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Fancy.
When Love and Hate before my Fancy pass,They look, methinks, like a prospective Glass;
If on another Person's Failings, I
Do chance at any Time to cast an Eye,
Love takes the End that doth extenuate;
The opposite is held by squint-ey'd Hate.
But if, on 'tother hand, I have a mind,
To view their Actions who to me are kind,
Love presently presents unto mine Eye
That Glass, which their good Turns will magnify:
Hate too would be as forward, if she might,
To clap her partial Glass before my Sight:
But I am weary of her; — for I know,
She to all Goodness is a mortal Foe:
Love's the best Glass by far; yet many chuse,
To look thro' that which Sight doth most abuse.
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