That are either true or fair Seemeth this concordant one! That thy sable gender makest And the turtles loyal breast Seemeth this concordant one! Reason, in itself confounded, Hearts remote, yet not asunder; That thy sable gender makest
Hearts remote, yet not asunder; Grace in all simplicity, Co-supremes and stars of love, Seemeth this concordant one! So between them love did shine, To whose sound chaste wings obey: But in them it were a wonder; That are either true or fair
To this urn let those repair Beauty brag, but tis not she; To this troop come thou not near! To this urn let those repair Flaming in the phoenix sight; Save the eagle, featherd king:
To this troop come thou not near! That the self was not the same; Reason, in itself confounded, Truth may seem, but cannot be: That thy sable gender makest Be the death-divining swan, To themselves yet either neither, As chorus to their tragic scene:
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