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Fair rosy virgin2
, when wilt thou arise3
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.
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Old Night (I mean) with her infernal brood4
,6Who make men’s miseries their accursed food.
7Did guilty only suffer, I would cease
8These sad
complaints5
and ever hold my peace,9Though innocence I hold still in my breast;
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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?
13Come, then,
sweet maid with thine immortal issue7
,14Who for a veil no
bodkin8
needs, nor tissue15Her
alabaster9
fabric to invest,16For in her naked beauty she shows best;
17Come, then, and conquer these infernal fiends,
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Sweet Light and Truth10
, my two eternal friends.