'Fair torch, burn out thy light, and lend it not (191)
To darken her whose light excelleth thine: (192)
And die, unhallow'd thoughts, before you blot (193)
With your uncleanness that which is divine; (194)
Offer pure incense to so pure a shrine:
Let fair humanity abhor the deed (196)
That spots and stains love's modest snow-white weed.