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To render them redoubted! Look on beauty,

And you shall see ’tis purchas’d by the weight,

Which therein works a miracle in nature,

Making them lightest that wear most of it.

So are those crisped snaky golden locks,

Which [make] such wanton gambols with the wind

Upon supposed fairness, often known

To be the dowry of a second head,

The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.

Thus ornament is but the guiled shore

To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf

Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,

The seeming truth which cunning times put on

To entrap the wisest. Therefore then, thou gaudy gold,

Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee;

Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge

’Tween man and man; but thou, thou meagre lead,

Which rather threaten’st than dost promise aught,

Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence,

And here choose I. Joy be the consequence!

Por. [Aside.]

How all the other passions fleet to air,

As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac’d despair,

And shudd’ring fear, and green-eyed jealousy!