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The Frailty And Hurtfulness Of Beauty

Brittle beauty, that nature made so frail,    Whereof the gift is small, and short the season;    Flow'ring today, tomorrow apt to fail,    Tickle treasure, abhorrèd of reason;    Dangerous to deal with, vain, of none avail,    Costly in keeping, past not worth two peason;    Slipper in sliding, as is an eelës tail,    Hard to obtain, once gotten, not geason;    Jewel of jeopardy that peril doth assail,  False and untrue, enticèd oft to treason,  Enemy to youth; that most may I bewail.  Ah, bitter sweet, infecting as the poison,      Thou farest as fruit that with the frost is taken,      Today ready ripe, tomorrow all to-shaken.

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Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1516/1517 – 19 January 1547), KG, (courtesy title), was an English nobleman, politician and poet. He was one of th…

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