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Posthume Poems of Richard Lovelace
 

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In English.

[Vain Painter why dost strive my face to draw]

Vain Painter why dost strive my face to draw,
With busy hands a Goddesse eyes nere saw:
Daughter of Air and Wind; I do rejoyce
In empty shouts (without a mind) a Voice.
Within your ears shrill echo I rebound,
And if you'l paint me like, then paint a sound.