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But to be praised for beauty and denied
The meed of beauty, this was yet unknown:
The best and bravest men have ever vied
To win the fairest women for their own.
Thus Psyche spake, or reason’d in her mind,
Disconsolate; and with self-pity pined,
In the deserted halls wandering alone.
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And grievèd grew the King to see her woe: