It is in vain your emotions against me to hold:
Whether of affection or of loath,
To me count for naught your feelings,
For they don't regulate the airs of the space
Nor do they turn the axles of the heavenly dealings.
Your opinions of hate and love
Are not decrees from above,
That they need perturb my heart;
Detest or like or even die;
You've just done your ephemeral and mortal part
That none of it from you requested!
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