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4 days agoPoem of the week: Song by Lady Mary Chudleigh
Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing? The Heart you beg's not worth possessing: Each Look, each Word, each Smile's affected, And inward Charms are quite neglected: Then scorn her, scorn her, foolish Swain, And sigh no more, no more in vain. Beauty's worthless, fading, flying; Who would for Trifles think of dying? Who for a Face, a Shape wou'd languish, And tell the Brooks, and Groves his Anguish, Till she, till she thinks fit to prize him, And all, and all beside despise him?
Women

