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“

Love, the delight of all well-thinking minds ;

Delight, the fruit of virtue dearly lov'd ;

Virtue, the highest good, that Reason finds ;

Reason, the fire wherein men's thoughts be prov'd ;

    Are from the world by Nature's power bereft,

    And in one creature, for her glory, left.

Beauty, her cover is, the eyes' true pleasure ;

In Honour's fame she lives ; the ears' sweet music ;

Excess of wonder grows from her true measure ;

Her worth is Passion's wound, and Passion's physic ;

    From her true heart, clear springs of wisdom flow,

    Which imag'd in her words and deeds, men know.

Time fain would stay, that she might never leave her ;

Place doth rejoice, that she must needs contain her ;

Death craves of Heaven, that she may not bereave her ;

The heavens know their own, and do maintain her ;

    Delight, Love, Reason, Virtue, let it be,

    To set all women light, but only she.

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