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Fair rosy virgin1, when wilt thou arise
2And show the radiant luster of thine eyes?
3Couldst thou but only view and not expel
4This ugly hag, thou wouldst trample her to hell.
5Old Night (I mean) with her infernal
6Who make men’s miseries their accursed food.
7Did guilty only suffer, I would cease
8These sad complaints and ever hold my peace.
9Though Innocence I hold still in my breast,
10Yet she (ay me) disturbs my quiet rest.
11But I forget myself; what do I mean?
12For who (alas) can say their heart is clean?
13Come then, sweet maid, with thine immortal
14Who for a veil no bodkin needs, nor tissue
Her alabaster fabric to invest4;
16For in her naked beauty she shows best.
17Come then, and conquer these infernal fiends,
18Sweet Light and Truth, my two eternal friends.