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Teach me to Love? go teach thy self more wit;
I am chief Professor of it.
Words that weep, and Tears that speak,
IÂ’ll teach him Sighs, like those in death,
At which the Souls go out too with the breath;
Still the Soul stays, yet still does from me run;
As Light and Heat does with the Sun.
The God of Love, if such a thing there be,
May learn to love from me.

-Abraham Cowley