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Marion! why that pensive brow? / What disgust to life hast thou? / Change that discontented air; / Frowns become not one so fair. / 'Tis not love disturbs thy rest, / Love's a stranger to thy breast; / He in dimpling smiles appears, / Or mourns in weedy timid tears, / Or bends the languid eyelid down, / But shuns the cold forbidding frown.
Then resume thy former fire, / Some will love, and all admire; / While that icy aspect chills us, / Nought but cool indifference thrills us.