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VIII.

[Under Friendship's calmer form]

Under Friendship's calmer form,
Oft Love creeps to weave his wile:
Then unseen he plies his charm,
Veiling wings and wanton smile.
As in strength the charm advances,
See the urchin bolder grow;

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Playing frowns and jealous fancies,
Ah! too late we see the foe!
Now in pity's form he works,
See him sport or anger move;
In what form soe'er he lurks,
Love in all his shapes is love.
Fly him raging, weeping fly,
Nor his toying trust to prove:
Now a frown and now a sigh,
Love in all his shapes is love.
 

This song is a translation of [a] beautiful sonnet, or rather of the more beautiful version of it into Latin by Gray.