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Rh 'Tis like perfuming an ill Scent,
 * The Smell's too strong for Art.

So have I seen grave Fools design
 * With formal Looks to pass for wise:

But Nature is a Light will shine,
 * And break thro' all Disguise.

N vain a thousand Slaves have try'd To overcome Clarinda's Pride:
 * Pity pleading,
 * Love perswading,

When her icy Heart is thaw'd, Honour chides, and strait she's aw'd.
 * Foolish Creature,
 * Follow Nature,

Waste not thus your Prime;
 * Youth's a Treasure,
 * Love's a Pleasure,

Both destroy'd by Time.



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