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Poems upon several Occasions.
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'Tis like perfuming an ill Scent,
The Smell's too strong for Art.
So have I seen grave Fools design
With formal Looks to pass for wise:
But Nature is a Light will shine,
And break thro' all Disguise.
CLARINDA.
IN vain a thousand Slaves have try'd
To overcome Clarinda's Pride:
Pity pleading,
Love perswading,
When her icy Heart is thaw'd,
Honour chides, and strait she's aw'd.
Foolish Creature,
Follow Nature,
Waste not thus your Prime;
Youth's a Treasure,
Love's a Pleasure,
Both destroy'd by Time.
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