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Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, / For more adornment, a full thousand years; / She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes, / And shaped and tinted her above all Peers:
Meanwhile Love kept her dearly with his wings, / And underneath their shadow fill'd her eyes / With such a richness that the cloudy Kings / Of high Olympus utter'd slavish sighs.
When from the Heavens I saw her first descend, / My heart took fire, and only burning pains, / They were my pleasures -- they my Life's sad end; / Love pour'd her beauty into my warm veins.