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POEMS AND LYRICS.
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XLIII.

False ends as false began, madam, be sure!
What lure there is the pure cause purifies!
Who purifies the victim of the lure?
That soul which bids us our high light pursue.
Some heights are measured down: the wary wise
Shun Reason in the masque with you!

XLIV.

Sir, for the friend you bring us, take our thanks.
Yes, Beauty was of old this barren goal;
A thing with claws; and brute-like in her pranks!
But could she give more loyal guarantee
Than wooing wisdom, that in her a soul
Has risen? Adieu: content are we!