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John Dryden - You charm`d me not with that fair face
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You charm`d me not with that fair face
      Though it was all divine:
    To be another`s is the grace,
      That makes me wish you mine.

     The Gods and Fortune take their part
      Who like young monarchs fight;
    And boldly dare invade that heart
      Which is another`s right.

     First mad with hope we undertake
     To pull up every bar;
   But once possess`d, we faintly make
     A dull defensive war.

    Now every friend is turn`d a foe
     In hope to get our store:
   And passion makes us cowards grow,
     Which made us brave before.
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