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SONNET To the Same.

He who Hebe's dimpling cheek,
Or Venus golden locks admires,
Or from star-like eyes does seek
Fuel to maintain his fires;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
But a chaste adorned Mind,
Gentle Thoughts, and calm Desires,
Hearts with mutual love combin'd,
Kindle never dying fires,
Where these are not, never prize
Golden locks nor radiant Eyes.
To what female Shrine so fair
This prime Sisterhood resort;
They each mortal charm repair,
Grafting their immortal Sort;
Beauty fades like April morn,
These with lasting Grace adorn.
 

See anonymous verses. The additional stanza by the author.