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of sundrie kindes:

Thomas Greaves



VII. What is beautie.

     What is beauty but a breath ?
     Fancies twin at birth and death,
     The colour of a damask rose,
     That fadeth when the northwind blowes:
     Tis such that though all sorts do craue it,
     They know not what it is that haue it:
     A thing that som time stoops not to a king
     And yet most open to the commonst thing:
          For she that is most fair,
          Is open to the aire.


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