| Who is Silvia? what is she, | 1 | 
                    
                        | That all our swains commend her? |  | 
                    
                        | Holy, fair, and wise is she; |  | 
                    
                        | The heaven such grace did lend her, |  | 
                    
                        | That she might admired be. | 5 | 
                    
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                        | Is she kind as she is fair? |  | 
                    
                        | For beauty lives with kindness. |  | 
                    
                        | Love doth to her eyes repair, | [8-10] | 
                    
                        | To help him of his blindness, |  | 
                    
                        | And, being helped, inhabits there. | 10 | 
                    
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                        | Then to Silvia let us sing, |  | 
                    
                        | That Silvia is excelling; | [12-14] | 
                    
                        | She excels each mortal thing |  | 
                    
                        | Upon the dull earth dwelling: |  | 
                    
                        | To her let us garlands bring. | 15 |