The moon is both full-hung and unfading.
While enthusiasms of the heart
Stoked are, flame-ready for romance
That image from them wont depart.
Let us therefore from balcony, or below
Where fountain dignifies tears
Be heard, in vows spilt out, honouring
Whose gold doth bind what each hears.
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