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 mair your smiles can cheer me, nae mair your frowns can fear me, For the flow'rs of the forest are wither'd away.



Ye fair possess'd of every charm, to captivate the will, Whose smiles can rage itself disarm, Whose frowns itself can kill:

Say, will you deign the verse to hear, where flattery bears no part; An honest verse that flows sincere, and candour from my heart.

Great is the power, but greater yet, mankind it might engage, If as ye all can make a net ye all could make a cage:

Each nymph a thousand hearts might gain, for who's to beauty blind? But to what end a prisoner make, unless ye have strength to bind.

