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Now I see, O seemly cruel!
Others warm them at my fuel.
Wit shall guide me in this durance,
Since in love is no assurance.
Change thy pasture! take thy pleasure!
Beauty is a fading treasure.
SIREN pleasant! foe to reason,
CUPID plague thee for this treason!
Prime youth lusts not age's still follow,
And make white these tresses yellow;
Wrinkled face for looks delightful,
Shall acquaint the Dame despiteful:
And when Time shall eat thy glory;
Then, too late, thou wilt be sorry.
SIREN pleasant! foe to reason,
CUPID plague thee for thy treason!
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