Wonder of nature, far beyond compare,
Made first and best, the awe of every eye,
In whom all gifts of loving virtue lie
Beyond the bounds of any other, fair
And more than so, object of every stare,
The paragon of loveliness, whom I
Am slave and captive to, defy
The torn and tattered customs by whose care
Your grace and pure delight are kept from me.
Be mine, mine only, and be my sole love;
Do not be strange from what my heart desires.
Be the sole image and perfection of
The adoration which reciprocally
Burns in us both, consumed by loving fires.
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