Young Ophelia fair, believe me;
Whate'er the world may say, your glass may sing,
Be satisfied to hear our praises ring;
Always keep your modesty!
Fear the power of your charm;
Seek not to abuse it;
You will but be loved the more
If you fear to lose it.
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