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These curious locks, so aptly twined,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind,
Will change their auburn hue and grow
White and cold as winter’s snow.

— Thomas Carew

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Love no more is made
By the fireside, but in the cooler shade.

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Nets of passion’s finest thread,
Snaring poems, will be spread,
All to catch thy maidenhead.

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The purest soul that e'er was sent
Into a clayey tenement.

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Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.

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He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires,—
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.

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