You that with allegory's curious frame

Of others' children changelings use to make,

With me those pains, for God's sake, do not take;

I list not dig so deep for brazen fame.

When I say Stella, I do mean the same

Princess of beauty for whose only sake

The reins of love I love, though never slake,

And joy therein, though nations count it shame.

I beg no subject to use eloquence,

Nor in hid ways do guide philosophy;

Look at my hands for no such quintessence,

But know that I in pure simplicity

Breathe out the flames which burn within my heart,

Love only reading unto me this art.

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