Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens
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Tell us, pray, what devil
This melancholy is, which can transform
Men into monsters.
Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear;
The sweetest freedom is an honest heart.
Melancholy
Is not, as you conceive, indisposition
Of body, but the mind's disease.
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Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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