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FUCHSIA. 
Fucusta MAGELLANICA. 
Humble Love. 
An! might I breathe my humble vow, 
Might she, too, deign to lend an ear; 
Elvira’s self should then allow, 
That Armine was at least sincere. 
Wild wish! to dream the matchless maid 
Would listen to a youth like me ; 
Or that my vows would e’er persuade, 
Sincere and constant though they be! 
CARTWRIGHT. 
I xnow I love in vain, strive against hope ; 
Yet, in this captious and untenable sieve, 
T still pour out the waters of my love, 
And lack not to love still; thus, Indian-like, 
Religious in mine error, I adore 
The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, 
But knows of him no more. 
SHAKSPEARE. 



