Seeing they hold the manlier praise to be
Strong hand and will, and the heart best when most
’Tis sober, simple, true, and fancy-free.
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How could I quarrel or blame you, most dear,
Who all thy virtues gavest and kept back none;
Kindness and gentleness, truth without peer,
And beauty that my fancy fed upon?
Now not my life’s contrition for my fault
Can blot that day, nor work me recompence,