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