To Her Beauty

If ‘beauty’ Be the self satisfied pride she bears,
Each Fly does wing around her cherubic sweet face,
As they; lovers seek what her anonymous covers,
And dream them in a transient trace.

When ‘beauty’, a self possessed pride, you Worn,
Each fly does wing around your wilt grace,
As what lovers opine, ‘how your beauty haste flown;
As falls the man in his transient race’.

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