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Hard is the fortune that the fair attends; Women like princes, find few real freinds; Most who approach them, their own end pursue Lovers, and Ministers, are seldom true. Hence oft from Virtue; heedless beauty strays And the [[underline]] most trusted guide, the [[/underline]] most betrays. Were you, ye fair, but cautious, whom ye trust Did you, but think how seldom fools are just: So many of your sex would not in vain Of broken vows, and faithless Man complain. Of all the various wretches love has made How few have been, by men of sense betray'd? Convinc'd by reason, they you pow'r confess Pleas'd to be happy, as you're pleas'd to bless And conscious [[underline]] of your worth; can never [[/underline]] love you less.
