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do confess that thou art fair,


And once thought | might have lo,'d thee
But soon found the slightest prayer


Ofagc or youth had power to move thce
And now let thee all alone
As worthy to be ior'db none.
1 do confess thou'rt sweet, yet find


Thee such spcndthrift of thy sweets;
Thy favors are but like the wind,


That kisses every thing it meets;
Since thou can'st kiss with more than onr,
Thou'rt worthy to be kissed by none.
The morning rose that untouch'd stands,


Arm'd with her briars, how sweet, smells,
But pluck'd and drawn thro' many hai.tls,


No longer sweetness with her dweils;
Her scent and beauty both are gonei
Her leaves fall from her one by one!
Such fate, ere long will thee bctide,


When thou hast handled been awhile,
Like scar flowers to be thrown aside


And none will sigh, but some will smile,
10 see how love to every one
dath brought thee to be loved by none.