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Rh {| align="center" 'To be weak as a lamb and smooth as a dove, And not to raise envy, is called Christian love; But if you raise envy your ruerit's to blame For planting such spite in the weak and the tame. 'I will humble my beauty, I will not dress fine, I will keep from the ball, and my eyes shall not shine; And if any girl's lover forsakes her for me, I'll refuse him my hand and from envy be free.'

She went out in the morning attired plain and neat; 'Proud Mary's gone mad,' said the child in the street; She went out in the morning in plain neat attire, And came home in the evening bespattered with mire. She trembled and wspt, sitting on the bed-side, She forgot it was night, and she trembled and cried; She forgot it was night, she forgot it was morn, Her soft memory imprinted with faces of scorn.

With faces of scorn and with eyes of disdain, Like foul fiends inhabiting Mary's mild brain; She remembers no face like the human divine; All faces have envy, sweet Mary, but thine. And thine is a face of sweet love in despair, And thine is a face of ild sorrow and care, And thine is a face of wild terror and fear That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier.
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