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I will not wish, no time nor changeFrom thee thy Friends may e'er estrange;For sure no heart can ever range,The worth of thine which knows:I will not wish, thy form divineBy each fresh year improved may shine;For sure to add new charms to thineWould be to scent a rose[1].
I'll rather wish [and could'st thou seeMy heart, thou would'st perforce agree,No mortal Wight, who-e'er He be,Could breathe a kinder vow]I'll wish [with all that Heaven's best willCan give of good two lines to fill]—"May Heaven, sweet Girl, preserve thee still,"Just what I think thee now!"—
  1. ↑
    —"To add a perfume to the Violet."Shakspeare.
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