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WIth chast desires I serue and honor thee
Great Archi-mistris of my rauisht mind,
Most virtuous, wise, and faire, of all thy kind:
Whose least command I vow to doe or die.
Chast was my Loue, yet is, and ay shall bee,
The praysing Papers which I haue propin'd,
May well beare witnes how I am inclind,
And can (ye know) controull mee when I lie:
Phronesis erring could espie no place,
Meete on this mould, but in thy breast to dwell,
A virtuous mind adorns a beauteous face;
And thou hast both, and in them both excell:
This maks my loue be chast, my passions strange
And I had rather choose to die then change,
Aspice diuinas humano in corpore dotesNil mort••lae tibi faemina digna polo es.