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- TO A YOUNG BEAUTY
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- DEAR fellow-artist, why so free
- With every sort of company,
- With every Jack and Jill?
- Choose your companions from the best;
- Who draws a bucket with the rest
- Soon topples down the hill.
- You may, that mirror for a school,
- Be passionate, not bountiful
- As common beauties may,
- Who were not born to keep in trim
- With old Ezekiel's cherubim
- But those of Beauvarlet.
- I know what wages beauty gives,
- How hard a life her setvant lives,
- Yet praise the winters gone:
- There is not a fool can call me friend,
- And I may dine at journey's end
- With Landor and with Donne.
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