To a Mirror
Haughty glass, be not so vain,
So superb in thy disdain,
Deeming that she doth adore thee
Over all the world of men!
If the splendid sun were not,
Who would give the moon a thought?
And without her face before thee,
Where would be thy beauty then?
So superb in thy disdain,
Deeming that she doth adore thee
Over all the world of men!
If the splendid sun were not,
Who would give the moon a thought?
And without her face before thee,
Where would be thy beauty then?
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