Behold a wonder here

Behold a wonder here
Love hath receiv’d his sight
Which manie hundred yeares
Hath not beheld the light

Such beames infused be
By Cinthia in his eyes
As first have made him see
And then have made him wise

Love now no more will weepe
For them that laugh the while
Nor wake for them that sleepe
Nor sigh for them that smile

So powrefull is the beautie
That Love doth now bеhold
As love is turn’d to dutie
That’s neithеr blind nor bold

This Beautie shewes her might
To be of double kind
In giving love his sight
And striking folly blind