Th' adorning thee with so much art
Is but a barb'rous skill;
'T is like the pois'ning of a dart,
Too apt before to kill.
-- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667)
-- The Waiting Maid
Is but a barb'rous skill;
'T is like the pois'ning of a dart,
Too apt before to kill.
-- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667)
-- The Waiting Maid
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