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The Revenge.
Fair
Rebell to thy self, and Time,
Who laughst at all my tears,
When thou hast lost thy youthfull prime
And age his Trophie rears,
Who laughst at all my tears,
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And age his Trophie rears,
Weighing thy inconsiderate pride
Thou shalt in vain accuse it,
Why Beauty am I now deni'd
Or knew not then to use it?
Thou shalt in vain accuse it,
Why Beauty am I now deni'd
Or knew not then to use it?
Then shall I wish ungentle Fair
Thou in like flames may'st burn;
Venus, if just will hear my prayer
And I shall laugh my turn.
Thou in like flames may'st burn;
Venus, if just will hear my prayer
And I shall laugh my turn.
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