. Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . 13. FOURTH SONNET MARTHA is not so tall, nor yet so fairAs any of the other lovely three,Her chiefest Grace is poor Simplicity,Yet were the rest away, she were a Star. Shes fair enough, only she wants the ArtTo set her Beauties off as they can thats the cause she neer heard any woo,Nor ever yet made conquest of a heart: And yet her blouds as boiling as tile best,Which, pretty soul, does so disturb her miakes her languish so, shes fit to die. Poor thing, I doubt she still must lie alone,For, being

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. Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . 13. FOURTH SONNET MARTHA is not so tall, nor yet so fairAs any of the other lovely three,Her chiefest Grace is poor Simplicity,Yet were the rest away, she were a Star. Shes fair enough, only she wants the ArtTo set her Beauties off as they can thats the cause she neer heard any woo,Nor ever yet made conquest of a heart: And yet her blouds as boiling as tile best,Which, pretty soul, does so disturb her miakes her languish so, shes fit to die. Poor thing, I doubt she still must lie alone,For, being like to be attacked by none,Shas no more wit to ask than to deny.

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