Tixall Poetry/A Willing Delusion
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LXV.
A Willing Delusion.
By shady woods, and purling streams,I pass my life in pleasing dreams;And would not for the world be broughtTo change my false delightfull thought.For who, alas I can happy be,That does the truth of all things see?
Endeavour not then to persuadeThat by her charmes I am betraide:I'm not in pain if it be so,I only beg I may not know.For 'tis a truth to be believ'd,That more or less we're all deceiv'd.