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LXVII.
Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
And with
his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage
should achieve
And lace itself with his society?
Why should false painting imitate his cheek
And steal
dead seeing of his living hue?
Why should poor beauty
indirectly seek
Roses of shadow, since his rose is
true?
Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
For
she hath no exchequer now but his,
And, proud of
many, lives upon his gains.
O, him she stores, to
show what wealth she had
In days long since, before
these last so bad.
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