A Book of American Literature

To gain more good or shun what might thee harm;

Thy cloaths ne're wear, thy meat is every where,

"Ye fish which in this liquid region Thy bed a bough, thy drink the water

bide,

cleer;

I cast thee by as one unfit for light, Thy visage was so irksome in my sight; Yet being mine own, at length affection. would

So he that saileth in this world of Thy blemishes amend, if so I could. pleasure,

Feeding on sweets, that never bit of th'

I wash'd thy face, but more defects I

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