My spotless love hovers with white wings About the temple of the proudest frame, Where blaze those lights fairest of earthly things Which clear our clouded world with brightest flame. M`ambitious thoughts confined in her face Affect no honor, but what she can give me; My hopes do rest in limits of her grace; I weigh no comfort unless she relieve me. For she that can my heart imparadize Holds in her fairest hand what dearest is: My Fortune`s wheel, the circle of her eyes, Whose rolling grace deign once a turn of bliss. All my life`s sweet consists in her alone, So much I love the most unloving one.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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