Nycilla dyes her locks, 'tis said, but 'tis foul aspersion; She buys them black, they therefore need no subsequent immersion.
They call thee rich; I deem thee poor; since, if thou darest not use thy store, but savest only for thine heirs, the treasure is not thine, but theirs.
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