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 ) The beauties of inferior cast

may start this just reflection;

But charms, like thine, must always last,

where Wit has the protection.

Virtue and Wit, like April rays,

make Beauty rise the sweeter;

The langer then on thee I gaze,

my Love will grow completer.

RISE thou mistress of my heart,

and do not me disdain:

Come now and quickly take the part

of me your constant swain.

To you alone I am a slave,

there’s none on earth can cure,

The flame that in my breast I have,

for you I do endure.

Come now dear nymph, and case the smart,

of me your yielding swain;

My love for you now in my heart,

does constantly remain.

Now we in Hymen’s bands will wed,

our hearts united be therefore,

In love we live without any dread,

in joys for evermore.