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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>WHEN Cupid open'd Shop, the Trade he chose<lb/>
                                        Was just the very one you might suppose.<lb/>
                                        Love keep a shop?-his trade, Oh! quickly name!<lb/>
                                        A Dealer in tobacco- Fie for shame!<lb/>
                                        No Less than true, and set aside all joke,<lb/>
                                        From oldest time he ever dealt in Smoke;<lb/>
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                                        Than Smoke, no other thing he sold, or made;<lb/>
                                        Smoke all the substance of his stock in trade;<lb/>
                                        His Capital all Smoke, Smoke all his store,<lb/>
                                        'Twas nothing else; but Lovers ask no more=<lb/>
                                        And thousands enter daily at his door!<lb/>
                                        Hence it was ever, and it e'er will be<lb/>
                                        The trade most suited to his faculty:-<lb/>
                                        Fed by the vapours of their heart's desire,<lb/>
                                        No other foos his Votaries require;<lb/>
                                        For, that they seek- the Favour of the Fair,<lb/>
                                        Is unsubstantial as the Smoke and air.</p>
                                   <p>AMORES et deliciae maturè, et celeriter deflorescunt. -CICERO pro. M.Cael.<lb/>
                                        OMNIA speramus, promissaque vana fovemus<lb/>
                                        Molliter: et faciles ad nova vota sumus.<lb/>
                                        Intereà totum paupertas possidet aevum,<lb/>
                                        Caecaque volvendo somnia, vita perit. -DANIEL HEYNS.</p>
                                   <p>Love.<lb/>
                                        -THE cherish'd Fire,<lb/>
                                        WHich blindly creeps through every vein and dries<lb/>
                                        The fluent blood, whence grosser vapours rise,<lb/>
                                        Sadding the soul with fearful phantasies.<lb/>
                                        It is to be all made of fantasy,<lb/>
                                        All made of Passion, and all made of wishes;<lb/>
                                        All adoration, duty, and observance;<lb/>
                                        All humbleness, all patience, and impatience;<lb/>
                                        All purity, all trial, all obedience. -SHAKESPEARE.<lb/>
                                        LOVE reigns a very tyrant in my heart,<lb/>
                                        Attended on his throne by all his guards<lb/>
                                        Of furious wishes, fears and nice suspicions. -OTWAY.<lb/>
                                        O MIGHTY Love! from thy unbounded power,<lb/>
                                        How shall the human bosom rest secure?<lb/>
                                        How shall our thoughts avoid the various snares?<lb/>
                                        Or Wisdom to our cautioned soul declare<lb/>
                                        The different shapes thou pleasest to employ,<lb/>
                                        When bent to hurt, and certain to destroy!-SOLOMON.<lb/>
                                        THERE'S nothing half so sweet in Life as Love's young DREAM. -MOORE.</p>
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                                   <p>Love and Hope.<lb/>
                                        I HAVE heard many say:<lb/>
                                        Love lives on Hope; they knew not what they said.<lb/>
                                        Hope is Love's Happiness, but not its Life.<lb/>
                                        How many hearts have nourished a vain flame-<lb/>
                                        In silence and in secret, though they knew<lb/>
                                        They fed the scorching fire that would consume them. -L.E.L.<lb/>
                                        LIGHTER than air Hope's summer visions die;<lb/>
                                        If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky;<lb/>
                                        If but a beam of sober reason play,<lb/>
                                        Lo! fancy's fairy fros-work melts away.-ROGERS.</p>
                                   <p>SIR KENELM DIGBY, in his Private Memoirs, makes a lover say, ''I will go to the<lb/>
                                        other world to preach to damned souls that their pains are but imaginary ones, in <lb/>
                                        respect of them that live in the hell of love.''-P.38.<lb/>
                                        LOVE is a species of Melancholy.-BURTON.<lb/>
                                        Cure for Love.<lb/>
                                        MRS.CARTER was for half an hour one evening entirely in love with a Dutchman;<lb/>
                                        and the next morning she took a dose of algebra fasting, which she says<lb/>
                                        entirely cured her. -Memoirs, vol. I. p. 36-7.</p>
                                   <p>Love and Legislation.<lb/>
                                        STRANGE, and passing strange, that the relation between the two Sexes, the Passion<lb/>
                                        of Love, in short, should not be taken into deeper consideration by our Teachers<lb/>
                                        and our Legislators.<lb/>
                                        People educate and legislate as if there was no such thing in the World: but ask<lb/>
                                        the Priest, ask the Physician- let them reveal the amount of Moral and Physical<lb/>
                                        results from this one cause.<lb/>
                                        Must love be always discussed in blank verse, as if it were a thing to be played<lb/>
                                        in Tragedies or sung in Songs-a subject for pretty Poems and wicked Novels, and<lb/>
                                        Welfare and Eternal Salvation? Must Love be ever treated with profaneness, as a mere<lb/>
                                        illusion ? or with coarseness, as a mere impulse? or with fear, as a mere disease? or <lb/>
                                        with shame, as a mere weakness? or with levity, as a mere accident? Whereas it is<lb/>
                                        Morality, and Happiness-mysterious, universal, inevitable as Death. Why, then, should<lb/>
                                        Love be treated less seriously than Death? It is as serious a thing. -MRS. JAMESON.</p>
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                                   <p>WHO fearst outragious Vulcans damned ire,<lb/>
                                        And wouldst be safe from night-surprising fire;<lb/>
                                        Put out the flame, the smoaking snuffe suppresse,<lb/>
                                        Least from the smoake the fire it selfe redresse;<lb/>
                                        For fire is next to smoake, and oft its seene,<lb/>
                                        That reaking snuffe a blazing fire hath beene.<lb/>
                                        Who feares the damned fire of inward lust,<lb/>
                                        And Cupids flames, observe this rule he must.<lb/>
                                        Hearts concupiscene, 'fore it's vehement,<lb/>
                                        Looke that in words he suffer't not to vent;<lb/>
                                        For words are smoake of burning hearts desire;<lb/>
                                        Smother his words, he needs not feare the fire:<lb/>
                                        But otherwayes a wanton complement,<lb/>
                                        Doth blow his fire, and makes him give consent.<lb/>
                                        FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>
                              
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; 86(SMOKE IS THE FOOD OF LOVERS)
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MOTTO_EN <p>SMOKE IS THE FOOD OF LOVERS</p>
                              
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