Body nor memory nor living breath;
Nor by demerits of his deeds is cast,
But, paid with the desire he holdeth fast,
Is holp with all his heart imagineth?’
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But her for all reply the wandering tongue
Call’d to the chamber where her bed was laid,
With flower’d broideries of linen hung:
And round the walls in painting were portray’d
Love’s victories over the gods renown’d.