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They say a man ne'er bore such love to man, / Or, if he did, 'twere but a cause for shame; / But, speaking so, they their own measure scan, / And blot their censure with self-blaming blame.
For, thou being Beauty's best, the best of me / Worshipp'd but Beauty's self and Beauty's worth; / My fire and air, my spirit, adorèd thee / Unmix'd with gross compounding of my earth.