Their vertue breakes all clouds that might annoy,
There is no Emptinesse, but all is Ioy.
125He much profanes whom violent heats do move
To stile his wandring rage of passion, Love:
Love that imparts in every thing delight,
Is fain'd, which only tempts mans appetite.
Why love among the vertues is not knowne
130Is, that love is them all contract in one.
To the Countesse of Huntington. 1635-69: Sr Wal: Ashton to ye Countesse of Huntingtowne P, TCD (II)
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