Текст оригинала на английском языке
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Tell me, Dorinda, why so gay, Why such embroid'ry, fringe, and lace? Can any dresses find a way To stop th'approaches of decay And mend thy ruin'd face? Wilt thou still sparkle in the box, And ogle in the ring? Canst thou forget thy age and pox? Can all that shines on shells and rocks Make thee a fine young thing? So have I seen in larder dark Of veal a lucid loin, Replete with many a heatless spark, As wise philosophers remark, At once both stink and shine.
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