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     O if thou knew'st how thou thyself does harm,

     And dost prejudge thy bliss, and spoil thy rest;

     Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breast

     And thy relenting heart would kindly warm.

     O if thy pride did not our joys controul,

     What world of loving wonders should'st thou see!

     For if I saw thee once transform'd in me,

     Then in thy bosom I would pour my soul;

     Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine,

     And if that aught mischanced thou should'st not moan

     Nor bear the burthen of thy griefs alone;

     No, I would have my share in what were thine:

     And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one,

     This happy harmony would make them none.