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27 To the Fair Lady, his Daughter.
Acquaintance with your Father, Me commands;Humbly to Kiss your Ladiships snow-Hands.
I dare not approach nigh; accept my Muse:
As she's a Virgin, you cannot Refuse.
I shall not muster up Hyperboles;
To make you Rival, to the Deities.
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Venus sits smiling, on your lovely Face.
You need no Poetry: these great Truths are;
That, Madam! you are Vertuous, Wise; Rich, Fair.
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