“Eliza, for shame, for tears there’s no need,
Such arts to ensnare will never succeed;
With tears feign’d like those, do not dim thy bright eyes,
‘Tis the tear of affection alone that I prize.
Believe me, the tears by hypocrites worn,
Disfigure the face, instead of adorn;
Believe me, no tear can such joy e’er impart,
As that which affection sends warm from the heart.
The dew drops of morn-the chrystal so bright-
The planets which gild the dark face of night-
The lustre of pearl-nor the diamonds rich glare,
Can ne’er with the tear of affection compare?
(Elizabeth Beverley)”
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