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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!