Rose cheek'd Laura, come, sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's silent music, either other sweetly gracing. Lovely forms do flow from concent divinely framed: Heav'n is music, and thy beauty's birth is heav'nly. These dull notes we sing discords need for helps to grace them; Only beauty purely loving knows no discord. But still moves delight, like clear springs renewed by flowing, ever perfect, ever in them- selves eternal.