The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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Beauty a fading Ornament.
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Let not thy Beauty make thee proud,Though Princes do adore thee,
Since time and sickness were alow'd
To mow such flowers before thee.
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Nor be not shy to that degreeThy friends may hardly know thee,
Nor yet so coming, or so free,
That every fly may blow thee;
A state in every Princely brow,
As decent is requir'd,
Much more in thine, to whom they bow
By Beauties lightnings fir'd.
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And yet a state so sweetly mixtWith an attractive mildness;
It may like Vertue sit betwixt
The extreams of pride and vileness.
Then every eye that sees thy face
Will in thy Beauty glory,
And every tongue that wags will grace
Thy vertue with a story.
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