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0.029 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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False though She be

by William Congreve

−0.1394 − 0.7922i

Drawing the boundary…

Love, oh, Love's a dainty sweeting

by Mathilde Blind

−0.1491 − 0.7647i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

False though She be

by William Congreve

False though she be to me and love,
I'll ne'er pursue revenge;
For still the charmer I approve,
Though I deplore her change.

In hours of bliss we oft have met:
They could not always last;
And though the present I regret,
I'm grateful for the past.

Love, oh, Love's a dainty sweeting

by Mathilde Blind

Love, oh, Love's a dainty sweeting,
Wooing now, and now retreating;
Brightest joy and blackest care,
Swift as light, and light as air.

Would you seize and fix and capture
All his evanescent rapture?
Bind him fast with golden curls,
Fetter with a chain of pearls?

Would you catch him in a net,
Like a white moth prankt with jet?
Clutch him, and his bloomy wing
Turns a dead, discoloured thing!

Pluck him like a rosebud red,
And he leaves a thorn instead;
Let him go without a care
And he follows unaware.

Love, oh, Love's a dainty sweeting,
Wooing now, and now retreating;
Lightly come, and lightly gone,
Lost when most securely won!

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