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On a retird Lady.
Sspring of beauty, Mine of pleasure,
Why so like a miser treasure?
Or a richer Jewel set,
In a viler Cabinet?
Virtue and vice
Know but one price
Seem both ally'd:
Nere distinguish'd if ne're try'd.
Why so like a miser treasure?
Or a richer Jewel set,
In a viler Cabinet?
Virtue and vice
Know but one price
Seem both ally'd:
Nere distinguish'd if ne're try'd.
The Sun's as fair, as bright as you,
And yet expos'd to publick view:
Whom if envious grown, or proud,
Masks his beauty in a cloud:
The wind and rain,
Him back again,
In sighs and tears,
Woe till smiling he appears.
And yet expos'd to publick view:
Whom if envious grown, or proud,
Masks his beauty in a cloud:
The wind and rain,
Him back again,
In sighs and tears,
Woe till smiling he appears.
Love's wing'd, and hasts away;
Time is wing'd, and hasts to prey,
Love deluded may fly hence:
Retirement 'gainst times no fence:
He'l wanton there,
Dig Caves for care,
Make graves for love,
Where the blind boy nere durst rove:
Time is wing'd, and hasts to prey,
Love deluded may fly hence:
Retirement 'gainst times no fence:
He'l wanton there,
Dig Caves for care,
Make graves for love,
Where the blind boy nere durst rove:
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Ceruse nor Stihium can prevail;
No art repairs, where age make's fail.
Then Euphormia be not still
A Prisoner to a fonder will.
Nor let's in vain,
Thus nature blame,
'Cause she confines
To barren grounds the richer Mines.
No art repairs, where age make's fail.
Then Euphormia be not still
A Prisoner to a fonder will.
Nor let's in vain,
Thus nature blame,
'Cause she confines
To barren grounds the richer Mines.
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