More than most fair, full of all heavenly fire,
Kindled above to shew the Maker’s glory;
Beauty’s first-born, in whom all powers conspire
To write the Graces’ life and Muses’ story;
If in my heart all nymphs else be defacèd,
Honour the shrine where you alone are placèd.

Thou window of the sky, and pride of spirits,
True character of honour in perfection,
Thou heavenly creature, judge of earthly merits,
And glorious prison of men’s pure affection:
If in my heart all nymphs else be defacèd
Honour the shrine where you alone are placèd.