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So when my Mistress shall be seenIn sweetness of her looks and mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen,Tell me, if she were not design’d Th’ eclipse and glory of her kind?Sir H. Wotton


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TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY

Daughter to that good earl, once President Of England’s council and her treasury, Who lived in both, unstain’d with gold or fee,And left them both, more in himself content,
Till the sad breaking of that parliament Broke him, as that dishonest victory At Chaeronea, fatal to liberty,Kill’d with report that old man eloquent;—
Though later born than to have known the days Wherein your father flourish’d, yet by you, Madam, methinks I see him living yet;
So well your words his noble virtues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to possess them, honour’d Margaret. J. Milton


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THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE

It is not Beauty I demand,A crystal brow, the moon’s despair, Nor the snow’s daughter, a while hand, Nor mermaid’s yellow pride of hair:
Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed. Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed:—
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