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| There vertue breakes all clouds that might annoy, |
| There is no Emptinesse, but all is Ioy. |
| He much profanes whom valiant heats doe move |
| To stile his wandring rage of passion, Love. |
| Love that imparts in every thing delight, |
| Is fancied * |
| Why love among the vertues is not knowne |
| Is, that love is them all contracted one. |
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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions.] |