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Hail, fair virgin, a nose among the larger,

Feet not dainty, nor eyes to match a raven,

Mouth scarce tenible, hands not wholly faultless,

Tongue most surely not absolute refinement,

Bankrupt Formian, your declar'd devotion.

Thou the beauty, the talk of all the province?

Thou my Lesbia tamely think to rival?

O preposterous, empty generation!