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True Beauty.
Let blind Admirers, handsom Faces praise,And graceful Features to great Honour raise;
The Glories of the red and white express;
I know no beauty but in Holiness:
If God of beauty be the uncreate
Perfect Idea, in this lower State
The greatest beauties of an human mold,
Who most resemble Him, we justly hold;
Whom we resemble, not in flesh and blood,
But being pure and holy, just and good.
May such a Beauty fall but to my share,
For curious Shape, or Face, I ne're shall care.
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