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Tell her that wastes her time
That now she knows,
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xvcc
How sweet and fair
she seems to be.
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xvcc
Tell her that's young,
And shuns to
have her graces spied,
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xvcc
That hadst thou sprung in
deserts
where no
men abide,
thou
must have uncommended
died.
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xvcc
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:
Bid her come forth,
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Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.
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The common fate of all things rare
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