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						To One Persuading A Lady To Marriage by Katherine Philips 
						
						Forbear, bold youth; all 's heaven here,   And what you do aver To others courtship may appear,   'Tis sacrilege to her. She is a public deity;   And were 't not very odd She should dispose herself to be   A petty household god? 
  First make the sun in private shine   And bid the world adieu, That so he may his beams confine   In compliment to you: But if of that you do despair,   Think how you did amiss To strive to fix her beams which are   More bright and large than his.						 
						
						
						
						
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