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[It was a beauty that I saw]
Lov.
It was a beauty that I saw
So pure, so perfect, as the frame
Of all the vniuerse was lame,
To that one figure, could I draw,
Or giue least line of it a law!
So pure, so perfect, as the frame
Of all the vniuerse was lame,
To that one figure, could I draw,
Or giue least line of it a law!
A skeine of silke without a knot!
A faire march made without a halt!
A curious forme without a fault!
A printed booke without a blot.
All beauty, and without a spot.
A faire march made without a halt!
A curious forme without a fault!
All beauty, and without a spot.
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