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I shall not need to tell you where to look For Absalom; for all the town hath known him: From that first moment when his cheek did brook The spreading sun-beams, and the youth was grown him, His mother's eyes more than his father's fame Spread his renown, and set a name to flame; The beauty of his forehead, and the grace That in his growing limbs appear'd so much, And the light airs that play'd upon his face, Gave him an upstart admiration such As that which shines in newly-crown'd delight, And what he did was taken for a right.