The loving answer of an eager soul?
Since ’tis the native food of man’s desire,
And doth to good our varying world control;
Which, when it was not, was for Beauty’s sake
Desired and made by Love, who still doth make
A beauteous path thereon to Beauty’s goal.
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Should all men by some hateful venom die,
The pity were that o’er the unpeopl’d sphere
The sun would still bedeck the evening sky