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 Your infant beauty could beget
 * no happines nor pain.

When I this dawning did admire,
 * and prais'd the coming day,

I little thought that rising fire,
 * would take mo rest away.

Your charms in harmless childhood lay,
 * as metals in a mine:

Age from no face takes more away
 * than youth conceal'd in thine;

But as your charms insensibly
 * to their perfection prest,

So love as unperceiv'd did fly
 * and center'd in my breast.

My passions with your beauty grew,
 * while Cupid at my heart,

Still as his mother favour'd you,
 * threw a new flaming dart

Each gloried in their wanton part
 * to make a lover, he

Employ'd the utmost of his art
 * to make a beauty, she.