Beautys Overthrow:
OR,
The Rejoycd Libertine.
When Pride and Beauty do together meet,
They make that bitter which would else be sweet:
The fervent Lover when too much abusd,
Bids Love farewel, desires to be Excusd.
To a New Play-house, called, Cloah your Pride abate.
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CLoah your Pride abate,
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kind Beams discover,
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Frowns purchase all mens hate,
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but gaind no Lover:
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Nature and Feature
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designd you care,
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But whilst your Proud,
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you are not fair:
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Nor can the joys of passion prove
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For pride will ever be a foe to Love.
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To Court where Tyrants sway,
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whod venture thither?
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Or who would put to Sea,
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in Stormy Weather?
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Graces and Faces
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no Lustre own,
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When shadeded by
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disdainful Frown:
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Ner to the Sun had the Persian bowd
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Had he hid his glory behind a Cloud.
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Nor shall your Beauty great,
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while your Disdainful,
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Make my poor heart to ake,
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or my Life Painful:
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Cupid is Stupid,
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thinks he to Charm,
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His Golden Darts
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me cannot harm:
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nor can your blooming cheeks bear sway
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When beauty is gone your Pride must decay.
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Think you Ingratitude
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clouds not your Beauty,
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Whilst you did me delude,
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love was my Duty:
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Sleeping or waking,
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Cloah was there
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Till Pride did say
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she was not fair:
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And then my passion I soon recald,
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No longer would I be to pride inthrald
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You did your self Destroy,
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and made me wander,
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Now I am filld with joy,
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loves no Commander:
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Witty and Pritty,
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to me you seemed,
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But I your Prisoner,
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am now Redeemed:
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No Rosie cheeks shall me ere betray,
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Although at your foot-stool once I lay,
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Freedom I now do prize,
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and scorn my Fetters,
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Ile no more Idolize.
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like Cupids Debtors:
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Sobbing and Throbbing,
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made me look pale,
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But now Im freed
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from a terrible Goal:
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Ile no more Beauty value at all,
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since Princes thereby have been brought in thrall.
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You that would conquer all,
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when Age shall meet you,
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Into Dispair youl fall,
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none then will treat you:
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Desire like Fire,
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will you possess,
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And Men will prove
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so Pittiless,
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That you shall then renounce your birth
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& wish that you never had lived on earth
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But if that youl return,
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and see your Folly,
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Youl have no cause to mourn,
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no Melancholly
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Shall seize to Displease
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Cloahs kind Breast,
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But she for ever
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shall live at rest:
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When death shall make thy beauty yield
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Thoult post to the fair Elizium Field.
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