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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.