Tho’ I might worthily thy worth exalt,
Making thee long amends for short offence.
For surely nowhere, love, if not in thee
Are grace and truth and beauty to be found;
And all my praise of these can only be
A praise of thee, howe’er by thee disown’d:
While still thou must be mine tho’ far removed,
And I for one offence no more beloved.
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Now since to me altho’ by thee refused