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But now the Devill take such destinie!
What should commend them, turnes to their disprayse.
What should commend them, turnes to their disprayse.
(4)
Thy Wit's chiefe Virtue, is become its Vice;
For ev'ry Beauty thou hast rays'd so high,
That now course-Faces carry such a price,
As must undoe a Lover, if he buy.
Thy Wit's chiefe Virtue, is become its Vice;
For ev'ry Beauty thou hast rays'd so high,
That now course-Faces carry such a price,
As must undoe a Lover, if he buy.
(5)
Scarce any of the Sex, admits commerce;
It shames mee much to urge this in a Friend;
But more, that they should so mistake thy Verse,
Which meant to conquer, whom it did commend.
Scarce any of the Sex, admits commerce;
It shames mee much to urge this in a Friend;
But more, that they should so mistake thy Verse,
Which meant to conquer, whom it did commend.
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