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| Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, | 1 |
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| And with his presence grace impiety, |
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| That sin by him advantage should achieve, |
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| And lace itself with his society? |
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| Why should false painting imitate his cheek, | 5 |
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| And steel dead seeming of his living hue? |
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| Why should poor beauty indirectly seek |
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| Roses of shadow, since his rose is true? |
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| Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is, |
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| Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins? | 10 |
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| For she hath no exchequer now but his, |
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| And proud of many, lives upon his gains. |
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 O! him she stores, to show what wealth she had |
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| In days long since, before these last so bad. |
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