At length must Suffolk beauties shine in vain, So long renown`d in B—n`s deathless strain? Thy charms at least, fair Firebrace, might inspire Some zealous bard to wake the sleeping lyre: For such thy beauteous mind and lovely face, Thou seem`st at once, bright nymph, a Muse and Grace.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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