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Mary Barber

Mary Barber

To a Lady

WELL you Sincerity display,
 A virtue wond’rous rare!
Nor value, tho’ the world should say,
 You’re rude, so you’re sincere.
To be sincere, then, give me leave ;
 And I will frankly own,
Since you but this one virtue have,
’Twere better you had none.

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