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Edward de Vere

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If women could be fair and yet not fond,
Or that their love were firm, not fickle still,
I would not marvel that they make men bond
By service long to purchase their good will;
But when I see how frail those creatures are,
I laugh that men forget themselves so far.
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Poem If women could be fair and yet not fond

 
Edward de Vere

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