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Number there in love was slain.

Hearts remote yet not asunder,

Distance and no space was seen

’Twixt this turtle and his queen.

But in them it were a wonder.

So between them love did shine

That the turtle saw his right

Flaming in the Phoenix’ sight.

Either was the other’s mine.

Property was thus appalled

That the self was not the same.

Single nature’s double name

Neither two nor one was called.

Reason, in itself confounded,

Saw division grow together

To themselves, yet either neither,

Simple were so well compounded

That it cried ‘How true a twain

Seemeth this concordant one!

Love hath reason, reason none,

If what parts can so remain.’

Whereupon it made this threne

To the phoenix and the dove,

Co-supremes and stars of love,

As chorus to their tragic scene.

THRENOS

Beauty, truth, and rarity,

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