English poem
Virgins, while your beauty's blooming
by Anonymous
Virgins, while your beauty's blooming, Fragrant as the blushing rose, Think that beauty, tho' assuming, Is the frailest flow'r that blows.
When budding sweets the swains invite, Learn the man of worth to prize, So shall your full blown charms delight, While the coquet neglected dies.
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