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With Studied Airs, and practis'd Smiles,
Flavia my Ravish'd Heart beguiles,
The Charms we make, are Ours alone,
Nature's works are not our own;
Her Skilful Hand gives every Grace,
And shows her fancy in her Face.
She Feeds with Art an Amourous Rage,
Nor fears the Force of Coming Age.
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