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Rh Look, lady, where yon river winds its line Toward sunset, and receives on breast and face The splendour of fair life: to be divine, 'Tis nature bids you be to nature true, Flowing with beauty, lending earth your grace,
 * Reflecting heaven in clearness you.

Sir, you speak well: your friend no word vouchsafes. To flow with beauty, breeding fools and worse, Cowards and worse: at such fair life she chafes Who is not wholly of the nursery, Nor of your schools: we share the primal curse:
 * Together shake it off, say we!