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To Clelia.
Heiress of love, and glory of the Time,Angelick Beauty shining in your Prime;
Thus Gods in ancient times did terrifie
Poor Mortals by approaching Deity,
As when you show the luster of your Eye;
Whose high Majestick grace, when lookt upon,
Doth cause an awful adoration.
Never did Egypt Apis worship more,
Offering their lives, then we do you adore;
The Sun-burnt African, of sable hue,
Worships the Moon, and thinks it may be you.
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The glory only propper to your Eyes.
But we enlightned by that glorious light
Wou'd make a Sun-shine in the darkest Night,
Do really adore that high perfection
Which they enjoy but only by reflexion.
Fair Clelia, then give me but leave to say,
I shall no more delight to see the day,
Than see you happy, which shall ever be
The greatest happiness can come to me.
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