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Fair rosy virgin2, when wilt thou
2And show the radiant luster of thine eyes?
3Could’st thou but only view and not expel
4This ugly hag, thou would’st trample her to Hell.
Old Night (I mean) with her infernal brood4,
6Who make men’s miseries their accursed food.
7Did guilty only suffer, I would cease
complaints5and ever hold my peace,
9Though innocence I hold still in my breast;
Yet she (ay me) disturbs my quiet rest6.
11But I forget myself. What do I mean?
12For who (alas) can say their heart is clean?
sweet maid with thine immortal issue7,
14Who for a veil no
bodkin8needs, nor tissue
alabaster9fabric to invest,
16For in her naked beauty she shows best;
17Come, then, and conquer these infernal fiends,
Sweet Light and Truth10, my two eternal friends.