165. THE HEART

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part
Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

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166. LOVE, WHAT IT IS

Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.

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167. DREAMS

Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.

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168. AMBITION