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Mistress to King Hen. II. of France.

Diana of Poictiers to Madam Maintenon.


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[I dare not, (were't to save my Ransom)]

I dare not, (were't to save my Ransom)
Affirm your Ladyship is Handsome;
Nor without telling monstrous Lies,
Defend the Lightning of your Eyes;
For, Madam, to declare the Truth,
You've neither Face, nor Shape, nor Youth.
Howe'er, all Flattery apart,
You've plaid your Cards with wondrous Art.
When young, no Lover saw your Charms,
Or prest you in his eager Arms:
But Triumphs your old Age attend,
And you begin where others end.