Against Proud Poor Phryna

Sith Venus had her mole, Helen her stain,
Cynthia her spots, the Swan hath sable feet,
The clearest day some cloud, the smoothest plain
Some hole, or hillock, why should Phryna fret
When she is said to have a ruby nose,
Sith that is rich, and all her rareness shows?
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