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STella and Flavia every hour,
Do various hearts surprise;
In Stella’s soul lyes all her power,
And Flavia’s in her eyes.
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More boundless Flavia’s conquest are,
And Stella’s more confin’d:
All can discern a face that’s fair,
But few a lovely mind.
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Stella, like Britain’s monarch, reigns
O’er cultivated lands;
Like eastern tyrants, Flavia deigns
To rule o’er barren sands.
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Then boast, fair Flavia, boast thy face,
Thy beauty’s only store:
Thy charms will every day decrease,
Each day gives Stella more.
