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Which seeing, his high court of parliament

Laid a remonstrance at his Highness’ feet,

Praying his royal senses to content

Themselves with what in faery land was sweet,

Befitting best that shade with shade should meet:

Whereat, to calm their fears, he promised soon

From mortal tempters all to make retreat⁠—

Ay, even on the first of the new moon,

An immaterial wife to espouse as heaven’s boon.