Philistion

No lover once her charms might hold
Till he had paid the price in gold.
But now she shows a little grace
And seems less arrogant of face.
She seems, I say; for well I ween
No change has in her nature been.
So the cold snake for months will harmless hang,
But death still lurks within his cruel fang.
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Maecius
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