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Richard Lovelace - To Lucasta, Her Reserved Looks
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Lucasta, frown, and let me die, 
But smile, and see, I live; 
The sad indifference of your eye 
Both kills and doth reprieve. 
You hide our fate within its screen; 
We feel our judgment, ere we hear. 
So in one picture I have seen 
An angel here, the devil there.
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