Trust me the meed of praise, dealt thriftily From the nice scale of judgement, honours more Than does the lavish and o`erbearing tide Of profuse courtesy. Not all the gems Of India`s richest soil at random spread O`er the gay vesture of some glittering dame, Give such alluring vantage to the person, As the scant lustre of a few, with choice And comely guise of ornament disposed.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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