Lord Byron Poem

Epigram, from the French of Rulhières.

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If for silver, or for gold,
       You could melt ten thousand pimples
       Into half a dozen dimples,
Then your face we might behold,
       Looking, doubtless, much more snugly,
       Yet even then ‘twould be damned ugly.

Epilogue, There's Something in a Stupid Ass
Another Simple Ballat

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