For what doth shine scarce showed so great
‘twas but the beauty of the dance
That love, which strong, opposes hate
And lives fore’er not by chance
The withered rose which buds through snow
‘twas far more fair than full with heat
A beauty a grace in both dimensions, I know
Radiance, blinding, a love not neat
That which I desire most, stripped
Bare before mine eyes
Blandishments I longeth dipped
In a pot She fills with lies
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