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Detested Plague of human Race,
Who Nature's fairest Works deface,
And your malicious Rage disclose
On Strephon 's Shins , or PhÅ?be 's Nose!
To visit my inconstant Fair ,
In pity to her Youth forbear;
Tho' thrice five Years she cannot count,
To five Times three her Lovers mount.
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