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LAIS TO APHRODITE by PLATO

First Line: WHEN I, POOR LAIS, WITH MY CROWN
Last Line: AND WHAT I AM I WILL NOT SEE.
WHEN I, poor Lais, with my crown
Of beauty could laugh Hellas down,
Young lovers crowded at my door,
Where now my lovers come no more.

So, Goddess, you will not refuse
A mirror that has now no use;
For what I was I cannot be,
And what I am I will not see.



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