O that your feet, those tunes would represent
With artificial motions to and fro,
That Love this Art in every part might shew!
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Yet your fair soul, which came from heaven above
To rule this house (another heaven below)
With divers powers in harmony doth move;
And all the virtues that from her do flow
In a round measure, hand in hand do go:
Could I now see, as I conceive this dance,