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Celia, we know, is sixty-five,
Yet Celia's face is seventeen;
Thus winter in her breast must live,
While summer in her face is seen.
How cruel Celia's fate, who
Our heart's devotion cannot try;
Too pretty for our reverence,
Too ancient for our gallantry!
Alexander Pope
Alexander Pope (21 May 1688 – 30 May 1744) is regarded as one of the greatest English poets, and the foremost poet of the early eighteenth centu
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