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To a Beautiful Lady.
 


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To a Beautiful Lady.

Away with handsome faces, let me see
Hereafter nothing but deformity;
Ill-favour'd Ladies may have souls, and those
In a capacity to be sav'd, who knows?
All that are fair are false, and if you find
A middle essence here of woman-kind,
Party par pale they are, and curst to be
Halting betwixt mishape and perjury.
Madam, put on your mask, your eyes have lost
Their charm; your beauty be at your owne cost.
I am ashore, go muster up the Train
Of Mermaids, I am deaf to every strain;
And will so voice their story to wise men,
They shall not spawn upon the Land agen.
Farewel fond love for ever but to be
Safe in my soul, I could want charity.