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LEt not one
sparke of filthy lustfull fyre
breake out, that may
her sacred peace molest:
ne one light glance of
sensuall desyre:
Attempt to work her gentle mindes
vnrest.
But pure affections bred in spotlesse brest,
& modest thoughts breathd fro[m] wel te[m]pred
sprites
goe visit her in her bowre of rest,
accompanyde with angelick delightes.
There fill your
selfe with those most ioyous sights,
the which my
selfe could neuer yet attayne:
but speake no word to
her of these sad plights,
which her too constant
stiffenesse doth constrayn.
Onely behold her rare
perfection,
and blesse your fortunes fayre election.
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