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96
TO A LADY, Who commended Another's EYES.
By the Same.
In vain by Parallels you strive
Panthea's Eyes to praise;
Perfection which we can't conceive,
Itself alone displays.
Panthea's Eyes to praise;
Perfection which we can't conceive,
Itself alone displays.
Gaze on them only, if you'd know
What dazzling Rays they dart;
But if what piercing Shafts they throw,
Then view my wounded Heart.
What dazzling Rays they dart;
But if what piercing Shafts they throw,
Then view my wounded Heart.
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