• “Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
    Before I knew thy face or name;
    So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
    Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
    Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
    Some lovely glorius nothing I did see,
    But since my soul, whose child love is,
    Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
    More subtle than a parent is
    Love must not be, but take a body too,
    And therefore what thou wert, and who
    I bid love ask, and now
    That it assume thy body, I allow,
    And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.”

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