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Richard Lovelace - Female Glory
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Mongst the worlds wonders, there doth yet remain
One greater than the rest, that`s all those o`re again,
And her own self beside: A Lady, whose soft breast
Is with vast honours soul and virtues life possest.
Fair as original light first from the chaos shot,
When day in virgin-beams triumph`d, and night was not,
And as that breath infus`d in the new-breather good,
When ill unknown was dumb, and bad not understood;
Chearful, as that aspect at this world`s finishing,
When cherubims clapp`d wings, and th` sons of Heaven did sing;
Chast as th` Arabian bird, who all the ayr denyes,
And ev`n in flames expires, when with her selfe she lyes.
Oh! she`s as kind as drops of new faln April showers,
That on each gentle breast spring fresh perfuming flowers;
She`s constant, gen`rous, fixt; she`s calm, she is the all
We can of vertue, honour, faith, or glory call,
And she is (whom I thus transmit to endless fame)
Mistresse oth` world and me, and LAURA is her name.
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