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Then sudden, by a swift Decay,
Let all thy Beauties fade away:
And let her in thy Glass descry,
How Youth, and how frail Beauty die.

Ah! turn, my Charmer, turn thy Eyes!
See! how at once it fades, it dies!
While thine,—it gaily pleas'd the View
Unfaded, as before it grew!
Now, from thy Bosom doom'd to stray,
'Tis only beauteous in Decay:
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$So the sweet-smelling Indian Flow'rs
Griev'd when they leave those happier Shores,
Sicken, and die away in ours.
So Flow'rs, in Eden fond to blow,
In Paradise would only grow.

Nor wonder, Fairest, to survey
The Flow'r so suddenly decay!

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