Wit's Pilgrimage - Part 39

When I assaie to blaze my louely Loue
And to expresse Hir al in Colors quaint
I rob Earth, Sea, Aire, Fire , and all aboue
Of their best Parts, but her worst parts to paint:
Staidnesse from Earth, from Sea the cleerest part,
From Aire her subtilty, from Fire her light,
From Sonne, Moone, Stars the glory they impart:
So, rob and wrong I All to do her right.
But if the beauty of her Mind I touch
(Sith that before toucht, touch but parts externe)
I ransack Heaun a thousand times as much
Sith in that mind we may that Mind discerne
That all in All that are or faire, or good;
And so shees most diuine in Flesh, and bloud.
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