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HYMNE XVIII. Of Her Phantasie.

Exquisite curiositie,
Looke on thy selfe with iudging eye,
If ought be faultie, leaue it:
So delicate a phantasie
As this, will straight perceiue it.
Because her temper is so fine,
Endewed with harmonies diuine;
Therefore if discord strike it,
Her true proportions doe repine,
And sadly do mislike it.
Right otherwise a pleasure sweet
Euer she takes in actions meet,
Gracing with smiles such meetnesse;
In her faire forehead beames appeare,
No Summer's day is halfe so cleare,
Adorn'd with halfe that sweetnesse.