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...Tho' yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. Jf I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) Be scorn'd, like old men...

...? Though yet Heaven knows, it is but a* a tomb Which hides your life, and showt not half yourparti. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number ail your graces, The are to come would say, " thin poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly...

...high deserts ? Tho" yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes,...come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) Be scorn 'd, like old men...

...high deserts ? Tho' yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes,...come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) Be scorn'd, like old men...

...high deserts ? Though yet heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes,...come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn 'd, like old men...