T Is Beauty Truly Blent, Whose Red And White Nature's Own Sweet And Cunning Hand Laid O

T Is Beauty Truly Blent, Whose Red And White Nature's Own Sweet And Cunning Hand Laid O

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'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night
-- Act i, Sc. 5

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