FOR The YAzoo WIG,

sTANZAs.
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Oh, trust not the heart when with feeling DER


flowing,


II sheds a gay sunshine on earliest youth;
And trust not the stream which like chrystal seems


flowing:


Like chrystal, the emblem of virtue and truth.
But trust not, of all natures beauties the fairest,
The heart of fair woman, her loveliest gem:
Trust not of your bosoms affections, the dearest,
The best of your heart, to the keeping of them.
The fair hours of childhood are transient and


feeting,


And 1eeting, the love dream of youths merry day,
The stream glides, its waters forever retreating;
They Iinger moment and vanish away.
And yet, more inconsistent is woman's affection;
More tickle her bosom, than even the wind -
Who lives in her love will but pine in detection;
A victim to falsehood, maniac in mind.