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Love's Original.
Love is a Cyon cropt from Virtue's Tree,And grafted in the Stock of Purity;
Planted at first in Nature's choisest Soil,
Before the Fiend did Nature's Beauty spoil;
But thence transplanted to a richer Ground,
Than can in all Dame Nature's Realm be found,
Where being well manur'd, it takes deep Root
Downward, and Branches upward forth doth shoot:
The Sap, which doth this stately Tree maintain,
Is Sympathy; which runs as in a Vein
Thro' every Branch, causing it first to sprout,
And e'er awhile, young tender Buds spring out.
Nor is it barren, but much Fruit doth bear,
To Taste most pleasing, and to Sight most fair;
A sound substantial Fruit, that can indure
The sharpest Frost, and yet continue pure:
And that ye may this Fruit the more admire,
Take Notice, that I call it Chaste Desire.
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