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He is my king , and may constrain me ; Whether I yield or not , I live defam'd . The world will think authority did gain me ; I shall be judg'd his love , and so be sham'd : We see the fair condemn'd that never gam'd .
He is my king , and may constrain me ; Whether I yield or not , I live defam'd . The world will think authority did gain me ; I shall be judg'd his love , and so be sham'd : We see the fair condemn'd that never gam'd .
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74 ' What greater torment ever could have been Than to enforce the fair to live retir'd ? For what is beauty if it be not seen ? Or what is't to be seen if not admir'd , And though admir'd , unless in love desir'd ?
74 ' What greater torment ever could have been Than to enforce the fair to live retir'd ? For what is beauty if it be not seen ? Or what is't to be seen if not admir'd , And though admir'd , unless in love desir'd ?
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530 77 ' Here doth the curious with judicial eyes Contemplate beauty gloriously attir'd : And herein all our chiefest glory lies , To live where we are prais'd and most desir'd . O , how we joy to see ourselves admir'd , Whilst ...
530 77 ' Here doth the curious with judicial eyes Contemplate beauty gloriously attir'd : And herein all our chiefest glory lies , To live where we are prais'd and most desir'd . O , how we joy to see ourselves admir'd , Whilst ...
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