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Loe here the precious dust is layd; Whose purely-temper'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd. Else the soule grew so fast within, It broke the outward shall of sinne And so was hatch'd a cherubin.

The magic of a face.

But an untimely grave.

Those curious locks so aptly twin'd, Whose every hair a soul doth bind.