Such is the power of that sweet passion, That it all sordid baseness doth expel, And the refined mind doth newly fashion Unto a fairer form, which now doth dwell In his high thought, that would itself excel; Which he, beholding still with constant sight
SPENSER: _Hymn in Honor of Love._
mind power passion thought sweet fashion sight form
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