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Jonathan Swift - Fontinella To Florinda
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When on my bosom thy bright eyes,
  Florinda, dart their heavenly beams,
I feel not the least love surprise,
  Yet endless tears flow down in streams;
There`s nought so beautiful in thee,
  But you may find the same in me.


The lilies of thy skin compare;
  In me you see them full as white:
The roses of your cheeks, I dare
  Affirm, can`t glow to more delight.
Then, since I show as fine a face,
  Can you refuse a soft embrace?


Ah! lovely nymph, thou`rt in thy prime!
  And so am I, while thou art here;
But soon will come the fatal time,
  When all we see shall disappear.
`Tis mine to make a just reflection,
  And yours to follow my direction.


Then catch admirers while you may;
  Treat not your lovers with disdain;
For time with beauty flies away,
  And there is no return again.
To you the sad account I bring,
  Life`s autumn has no second spring.
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