Behold a wonder here! Love hath receiv’d his sight! Which many hundred year Hath not beheld the light. Such beams infusèd be By Cynthia in his eyes, As first have made him see And then have made him wise. Love now no more will weep For them that laugh the while! Nor wake for them that sleep, Nor sigh for them that smile! So powerful is the Beauty That Love doth now behold, As Love is turned to Duty That’s neither blind nor bold. Thus Beauty shows her might To be of double kind; In giving Love his sight And striking Folly blind.