When the Nymph I love
Smiling sits beside me,
Fame may dare reprove,
Wisdom may deride me;
She my arms enfold
Is to me more dear
Than Wreaths which crown the bold
Or those which sages wear
While I hear her voice
Charm for Melancholy,
Fame seems empty noise,
Wisdom nought but Folly.
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