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HEARTLESSNESS. 109 
HYDRANGEA. 
Hydrangea Hortensis. 
Language HEAKTLESSNESS. 
With every pleasing, every prudent part, 
Say, what can Chloe want ? She wants a heart. 
She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought, 
But never, never reached one generous thought ; 
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavor, 
Content to dwell in decencies forever. 
So very reasonable, so unmoved, 
As never yet to love, or to be loved. 
Pops. 
I live among the cold, the false, 
And I must seem like them ; 
And such I am, for I am false 
As these I most condemn : 
I teach my lip its sweetest smile. 
My tongue its softest tone ; 
I borrow others' likeness, till 
I almost lose my own. 
On thy forehead sitteth Pride, 
Crowned with scorn, and falcon-eyed ; 
But beneath, methinks, thou twinest 
Silken smiles that seem divinest. 
Can such smiles be false and cold ? 
Canst thou wilt thou wed for gold ? 
BABET COBKWALt. 
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