flora’s album. 
25 
Cherry, Winter. 
DECEPTION. 
Deceive no more thyself and me, 
Deceive not better hearts than mine ; • 
Ah! shouldst thou, whither wouldst thou flee 
Erom woe like ours, — from shame like thine ? 
And if there be a wrath divine, 
A pang beyond this fleeting breath, 
E’en now all future hopes resign, 
Such thoughts are guilt, — such guilt is death. 
Byron. 
Ah that deceit should steal such gentle shapes. 
And with a virtuous vision hide deep vice! 
Shakspeaee. 
It flatters and deceives thy view, 
This mirror of ill-polished ore; 
Eor were it just, and told thee true. 
Thou wouldst consult it never more. 
IVm. Cowtee. 
