 | The Letters and Works of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu |  |
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Why should you think I live unpleas'd,Because I am not pleas'd with you?
My mind is not so far diseas'd,
To yield when powder'd fops pursue.
My vanity can find no charm
In common prostituted vows;
Nor can you raise a wish that's warm
In one that your true value knows.
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The buzz and flutter that you make,
Perhaps some giddy girl may run
To catch the prize that I forsake.
So brightly shines the glittering glare,
In unexperienc'd children's eyes,
When they with little arts ensnare
The gaudy painted butterflies.
While they with pride the conquest boast,
And think the chase deserving care,
Those scorn the useless toil they cost
Who're us'd to more substantial fare.
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