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That which her slender waist confined
Shall now my joyful temples bind;
No monarch but would give his crown
His arms might do what this has done.

— Edmund Waller Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham (1857)

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Poets lose half the praise they should have got,
Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham (1857)

For all we know
Of what the blessed do above
Is, that they sing, and that they love.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know;
'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

The yielding marble of her snowy breast.

Love only enters as a native there,
For born in heav'n, it does but sojourn here.

Of Divine Love (1686)

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