read this allowd or dont read it at all

Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle,
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty,
Brighter than a glass and yet, as glass is, brittle,
Softer than wax and yet as iron rusty;
A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her,
None fairer, nor non false to deface her.

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