To you dear one
whose look is sweet
but eyes are sweeter far
then those unpainted lips
in their full beauty
sweetness increase;
your cheeks if else be
beauty's shrine
your cheeks of beauty
are a temple great
and your sweet manners
these beauties preside
as on a queen a crown
Ah! my diadem! you cost
less being willing than
the costliest;
but being coy at times
you will cost infinite
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