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 1    II|    ripe, not over-yeared,~Her beauty was her not esteemed treasure;~
 2    II|        Nor love consents that beauty's field lie waste,~Her visage
 3    II|        most curious prove,~So Beauty's helped by Nature, Heaven,
 4    II| lightning ray~Which her sweet beauty streamed on his face,~Had
 5    II|      strong lace;~But wayward beauty doth not fancy move,~A frown
 6    II|    Love's thrall to hate, and beauty's slave to death.~ ~ XXVI~
 7    II|  murder here love's queen and beauty's king?~What fault or fare
 8   III|       heat, but scorched with beauty's beam.~ ~ XXIII~The prince
 9    IV|      them with deceit, craft, beauty, love.~ ~ ~ I~While thus
10    IV|      all deceit she could her beauty frame,~False, fair and young,
11    IV|      eyes above,~For mourning beauty hath much power, men say,~
12    IV|     hand,~A tender piece, for beauty, sex and age,~The sun was
13    IV|        It viewed the wondrous beauty virgins have,~And all to
14    IV|       sweet looks such sacred beauty shine, --~For never yet
15    IV|      Hard is that heart which beauty makes not soft.~ ~ LXXVIII~
16    IV|    counsel go.~What works not beauty, man's relenting mind~Is
17    IV|        and bespake her thus:~"Beauty's chief darling, let those
18    IV|    Lord above~Were thralls to beauty, yielden slaves to lore.~ ~
19     V|      plaint she derived;~Wit, beauty, craft for her made intercession:~
20     V|       eyes his quivers;~Whose beauty matchless, free from reprehension,~
21     V|    make the lords of love and beauty's treasure:~Their doubtful
22    VI|    Her goodly visage, and her beauty's pride.~ ~ XXVII~He saw
23    VI|        And on them spread her beauty shining bright;~In every
24    VI|    Yet envy not her shape, or beauty's light;~Her steps are not
25    VI|  ground:~And Cynthia-like for beauty's glorious light~The love-sick
26   VII| obscure and hide~The heavenly beauty of her angel's face,~Nor
27   VII|      and in weed,~In stature, beauty, countenance and face,~In
28    IX|      foul annoy,~Recalled her beauty, and resumed her joy.~ ~
29    IX|     Like was their sex, their beauty and their hue,~Like was
30    IX|       him that rich throne of beauty spare,~The cruel man stretched
31     X|     Enticed forth by love and beauty's hue;~A jealous fire burnt
32   XII|       endless sleep, --~Love, Beauty, Virtue, for your darling
33   XII|   leaden paleness dyed,~Where beauty late spread forth her beams
34   XIV|   sprite this were~Yet by her beauty seemed it she had been~One
35    XV|   defends,~Tunis all towns in beauty, wealth and pride~Above,
36   XVI|     they view,~And that which beauty moat, most wonder brought,~
37   XVI|       he with inflamed, alas,~Beauty and love beheld, both in
38   XVI|       girdle did in price and beauty stain,~Nor that, with scorn,
39   XVI|    she ran to prove~If single beauty were best charm for love.~ ~
40   XVI|       scorn,~And her despised beauty labored~With humble plaints
41   XVI|     nymph or maid~And yet her beauty's pride grief could not
42   XVI|       thee, for this despised beauty's sake.~ ~ L~"O wretch!
43   XVI|    help invoke~From this poor beauty, scorned and disdained?"~
44   XVI|     disgrace~Your worth, your beauty, and your princely race.~ ~
45   XVI|   heart's desire,~To thee, my beauty, thine be all these wrongs,~
46   XVI|     cannot gain,~Nature gives beauty; fortune, wealth in vain.~ ~
47   XVI|     But thee, vain gift, vain beauty, thee I scorn,~I hate the
48  XVII|     or may afford,~Myself, my beauty, wealth, and kingdoms all,~
49  XVII|     Adrastus fed on her sweet beauty's light,~"The gods forbid,"
50 XVIII|  mourns or sweetly sings,~Nor beauty, whose glad smile frail
51 XVIII|    like in shape, in face and beauty was~To sweet Armide; Rinaldo
52   XIX|   Indian king,~"And for sweet beauty's sake, appease thy woe,~
53   XIX|      of some foe,~For to your beauty wooed is my might;"~So he
54   XIX|         The squire her lovely beauty called to mind,~And marked
55    XX|       colors had no pride nor beauty's show;~The plumes and feathers
56    XX|   prest to quench her own and beauty's beams;~Now death sat on