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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>BEHOLD the wond'rous sympathy between<lb/>
                                        The strings of yonder lute, and this I play!<lb/>
                                        Is it not just as though some hand unseen<lb/>
                                        Swept the same chords, and tun'd the self-same lay?*</p>
                                   <p>*The cause of this phenomenon is assigned by Cardanum in his 8th book De Subtilit. Du Pleix,<lb/>
                                        in his Corps de Philosophie, 1626, accounts for it also in nearly similar terms.</p>
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                                   <p>So lov'd one-though untouch'd by thee, I feel,<lb/>
                                        Sense of thy touch through all my being steal;<lb/>
                                        Hear thy lov'd voice though silent thou may'st be,<lb/>
                                        See thy lov'd form though far away from me,<lb/>
                                        And all the radiance of thy Beauty's light,<lb/>
                                        Undimm'd to me by distance, shine no less<lb/>
                                        To me effulgent in my dream of night,<lb/>
                                        As doth by day its light of loveliness.</p>
                                   <p>VETUS verbum est, similitudinem amoris auctorem esse. -PLATO, lib, 6, De leg.<lb/>
                                        Experientiâ notum est arcanam quandam et occultam inter homines esse natu-<lb/>
                                        rarum affinitatem aut odium, vel naturae quâdem occultâ vi, vel astrorum influentiâ,<lb/>
                                        vel, Ec.!!!!!!! Undè fit ut aliquis ab altero toto pectore abhorreat, in alterum verò pro-<lb/>
                                        pensus sit, nec rogatus causum dicere posset cur hunc amet, illum oderit, juxtà illud<lb/>
                                        Catulli,<lb/>
                                        Non amo te, Volusi, nec possum dicere quare,<lb/>
                                        Hoc tantùm possum dicere, non amo te.-<lb/>
                                        CYPR. Tract. de Spons. cap. 7.<lb/>
                                        QUID non cernit Amor! quid non vestigat Amator!-BEROALD.</p>
                                   <p>LOVE looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,<lb/>
                                        And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind;<lb/>
                                        Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste,<lb/>
                                        Wings and no eyes, figure unheedy haste;<lb/>
                                        And therefore is Love said to be a child,<lb/>
                                        Because in choice he often is beguil'd.-SHAKESPEARE.<lb/>
                                        THINGS base and vile, holding no quality,<lb/>
                                        Love can transpose to form and dignity.-Ibid.<lb/>
                                        AH! I remember,-and how can I<lb/>
                                        But ever more remember well, -when first<lb/>
                                        Our flame began; when scarce we knew what t'was,<lb/>
                                        The flame we felt; when as we sat and sigh'd,<lb/>
                                        And looked upon each other and conceived<lb/>
                                        Not what we ail'd, yet something we did ail;<lb/>
                                        And yet were well, and yet we were not well:<lb/>
                                        And what was our disease we could not tell.-Old poet.</p>
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                                   <p>-LOVE refines<lb/>
                                        The thoughts and heart enlarges: hath its seat<lb/>
                                        In reason, and is judicious: is the scale<lb/>
                                        By which to Heavenly love thou mayest ascent;-<lb/>
                                        Not sunk in carnal pleasure: for which cause<lb/>
                                        Among the beasts no mate for Love was found.-MILTON.<lb/>
                                        OH! there are looks and tones that dart<lb/>
                                        An instant sunshine through the heartl<lb/>
                                        As if the soul that minute caught<lb/>
                                        Some treasure if through life had sought;<lb/>
                                        As if the very lips and eyes<lb/>
                                        Predestin'd to have all our sighs,<lb/>
                                        And never be forgot again, -<lb/>
                                        Sparkled and spoke before us then. -MOORE.<lb/>
                                        WHY should I blush to own I love?<lb/>
                                        'Tis love that rules the realms above!<lb/>
                                        Why should I blush to say to all,<lb/>
                                        That virtue holds my heart in thrall?<lb/>
                                        Is it weakness thus to dwell<lb/>
                                        On passion that I dare not tell?<lb/>
                                        Such weakness I would ever prove-<lb/>
                                        'Tis painful, but 'tis sweet to love.-KIRKE WHITE.</p>
                                   <p>Gaudendum cum Gaudentibus.<lb/>
                                        Joying with the Joyful.</p>
                                   <p>AS lute to lute in harmony attun't,<lb/>
                                        Vibrates in glad response, as though it shar'd<lb/>
                                        The joy that thrills the other's waken'd strings;<lb/>
                                        So let thine heart responsive share the joy<lb/>
                                        Thy neighbour feels; nor look with sullen eye<lb/>
                                        On eyes where gladness beams. Learn thou from this<lb/>
                                        To share in the delight which others feel,<lb/>
                                        And banish rankling envy from thy breast<lb/>
                                        When fortune smiles upon the fellow man.-<lb/>
                                        Learn thou from this no less his grief to soothe<lb/>
                                        With brotherly response; for just as joy<lb/>
                                        Gains increase more from that which it bestows,<lb/>
                                        So grief grows less, lull'd by the soothing tones<lb/>
                                        Of Pity's kind compassion for her woes.<lb/>
                                        THOU wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy<lb/>
                                        right hand there are pleasures for evermore. -Psalm xvi. II. </p>
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                                   <p>HERO who dwelt by Hellesponticke strand,<lb/>
                                        Hang'd forth a Light, Leanders marke for land,<lb/>
                                        Whither his helmelesse course he steerd and mov'd,<lb/>
                                        Whilst he made haste to see this welbelov'd,<lb/>
                                        Which when fierce Boreas with his blustring blast<lb/>
                                        Put our, he in the floods away was cast:<lb/>
                                        So that his wedding light became a torch,<lb/>
                                        To convoy him to Proserpines black porch.<lb/>
                                        Armighty God who made all by his power,<lb/>
                                        Holds forth his Light from the Celestiall Tower:<lb/>
                                        That when the stormes our tossed soules annoy,<lb/>
                                        It may direct us to our heav'nly joy.<lb/>
                                        No storme against this Light can so prevaile<lb/>
                                        But Saints unto their wish-for Haven may faile.<lb/>
                                        Where for their Wedding torch this Light they have,<lb/>
                                        Which never shall convoy them to their grave.<lb/>
                                        FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>
                              
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MOTTO_EN <p>WHO HAS NOT FELT LOVE?</p>
                              
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