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 She mus'd how she could look upon her sire, And not show that without, that was intire. For as a glass is an inanimate eye, And outward forms embraceth inwardly: So is the eye an animate glass, that shows In-forms without us; and as Phœbus throws His beams abroad, though he in clouds be closed, Still glancing by them till he find opposed A loose and rorid vapour that is fit T' event his searching beams, and useth it To form a tender twenty-coloured eye, Cast in a circle round about the sky; So when our fiery soul, our body's star (That ever is in motion circular) Conceives a form, in seeking to display it Through all our cloudy parts, it doth convey it Forth at the eye, as the most pregnant place, And that reflects it round about the face. And this event uncourtly Hero thought, Her inward guilt would in her looks have wrought: For yet the world's stale cunning she resisted, To bear foul thoughts, yet forge what looks she listed, And held it for a very silly sleight To make a perfect metal counterfeit,