Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun;
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John Donne
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Yet nothing can to nothing fall,

By John Donne

If ever any beauty I did see,

By John Donne

Love, built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

By John Donne

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face."

By John Donne
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