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LOVE AND PITY
ARE you too tender-hearted to be true? True to your love, to me and your own soul? Will you for pity give what is love's due And leave love lorn and begging for a dole? Then pity is a thief, that steals love's purse To squander in dishonest charity; Then love is outcast, with the exile's curse Who sees his varlets loot his seigneury. Is love so hard it recks not where I lie, While pity melts at aught that he endures? I deserve nothing, save that you ensky No other with those vesper lips of yours — I deserve nothing; but your love of me Deserves of you the courage to be free.August, 1898.