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The Deposition.
Though when I lov'd thee thou were fair,
Thou art no longer so,
Those glories all the pride they wear
Unto Opinion ow;
Beauties, like stars, in borrow'd lustre shine,
And 'twas my Love that gave thee thine.
Thou art no longer so,
Those glories all the pride they wear
Unto Opinion ow;
Beauties, like stars, in borrow'd lustre shine,
And 'twas my Love that gave thee thine.
The flames that dwelt within thine eye,
Do now, with mine, expire;
Thy brightest Graces fade, and die
At once with my desire;
Loves fires thus mutual influence return,
Thine cease to shine, when mine to burn.
Do now, with mine, expire;
Thy brightest Graces fade, and die
At once with my desire;
Loves fires thus mutual influence return,
Thine cease to shine, when mine to burn.
Then (proud Celinda) hope no more
To bee implor'd or woo'd;
Since by thy scorn thou dost restore
The wealth my love bestow'd;
And thy despis'd Disdain too late shall find
That none are fair but who are kind.
To bee implor'd or woo'd;
Since by thy scorn thou dost restore
The wealth my love bestow'd;
And thy despis'd Disdain too late shall find
That none are fair but who are kind.
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