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is Sylvia? What is she? That all the swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admiréd be, Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being help’d, inhabits there. Then to Sylvia, let us sing, That Sylvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring. By William Shakespeare |
Detail: “Sylvie” etching by ©Nicola Simbari |
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