To Maria
Nay, dear Maria, do not haughty be,
Or Justice yet will take her toll of thee,
A punishment of age instead of death,
Grey hair, cheeks wrinkled, and limbs bent beneath.
Upon thy beauty shall her vengeance fall,
That beauty which has been the cause of all.
Or Justice yet will take her toll of thee,
A punishment of age instead of death,
Grey hair, cheeks wrinkled, and limbs bent beneath.
Upon thy beauty shall her vengeance fall,
That beauty which has been the cause of all.
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