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THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 
I Damsels, profit by my story, 
i Thus in unfashioned phrase rehearsed, 
^ Prize your peace, and maiden glory, 
Nor love who loves not first. 
j FABLE IV. 
^ SENSIBILITY. 
i Feeling ! by words so ill defined, 
I So lovely in an honest mind, 
I How art thou grown in fashion’s schools, 
j The mask of vice, the cant of fools. 
How oft impatience, temper’s storm, 
For sanction grasps thy glowing form! 
How affectation, beauty’s shame, 
1 And weakness prostitute thy name ! 
How oft, by songs and novels taught. 
They who ne’er knew one generous thought 
j Their sensibilities reveal, 
I Sacred to such as truly feel. 
