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29. To Corinna.
Why (excellent Corinna) do you throwYour gold away for durt to lay on snow?
For so, compar'd unto your whiter skin,
The Linen is you veil your body in:
For like a Diamond taken from a rock
You would appear unclouded of your smock.
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