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There were no heaven but for lovers' eyes; / Save in their depths do all Elysiums fade; / And gods were dead but for the life that lies / In kisses sweet on sweeter altars laid. / There were no heroes did not lovers ride, / And pyramid high deeds upon new time; / Nor tale for feast, or field, or chimney-side, / And harps were dumb and song had ne'er a rhyme. / Then live, proud heart, in happy fealty, / Nor sigh thee more thy dear bonds to remove; / Thou art not thrall to liege of mean degree, / For all are kings who bear the lance of love; / No wight so poor but may his tatters lose, / And find his purple if his lady choose.