Ah me! what mortal can be in love so strange,
That wedding Virtue will a wand'ring range?
"She, like the morning, is still fresh and fair.
The Elements, of her, they all do borrow;
The Earth, the Fire, the Waters, and the Air;
Their strength, heat, moisture, liveliness. No sorrow
Can Virtue change! Beauty hath but one place.
The heart's still perfect; though empaled the face.
"O eyes! no eyes, but stars still clearly shining!
O face! no face but shape of angels' fashion!