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Disdainful Diaphenia
There is no venom in the rose
That any bee should shrink from it;
No poison from the lily flows,
She hath not a disdainful wit;
But thou, that rose and lily art,
Thy tongue doth poison Cupid's dart!
That any bee should shrink from it;
No poison from the lily flows,
She hath not a disdainful wit;
But thou, that rose and lily art,
Thy tongue doth poison Cupid's dart!
Nature herself to deadly flowers
Refuseth beauty, lest the vain
Insects that hum through August hours
With beauty should suck in their bane;
But thou, as rose or lily fair,
Art circled with envenomed air!
Refuseth beauty, lest the vain
Insects that hum through August hours
With beauty should suck in their bane;
But thou, as rose or lily fair,
Art circled with envenomed air!
Like Progne didst thou lose thy tongue,
Thy lovers might adore and live;
Like that witch Circe, oft besung,
Thou hast dear gifts, if thou wouldst give;
But since thou hast a wicked wit,
Thy lovers fade, or flee from it.
Thy lovers might adore and live;
Like that witch Circe, oft besung,
Thou hast dear gifts, if thou wouldst give;
But since thou hast a wicked wit,
Thy lovers fade, or flee from it.
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