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XLII. OF THE POEMS OF SHAKSPEARE.

What? tear away that poesy divine
Of Venus and her Boy—sweet purple flower!
On whom she doted with a love like thine
For him whose heart beats at that wondrous song?
Of gentle Lucrece and her cruel wrong?
The Passionate Pilgrim's tears?—a rainbow-shower!
And the fair Lover's eloquent Complaint?
As full of fine thought as a hive of honey,
When the sweet bees fulfil their labours sunny!
O, leave such outrage to the dismal saint;
To man and woman that in secret sin,
And fear earth more than heaven: but do not thou
Assume the hypocrite, and basely win
A crown of seeming for thy truth-fair brow!