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Sith Venus had hir mole, Helen hir staine,
Cynthia hir spots: the swan hath sable feet:
The clearest day some cloude, the smoothest plaine
Some hole or hillock; why should Phryna frett?
When she is saied to haue a ruby nose
Sith that is riche, and all her rarenesse showes.
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