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Florence, within her ancient limit mark, Which calls her still to matin prayers and noon, Was chaste and sober, and abode in peace. She had no armlets and no head tires then, No purfled dames, no zone, that caught the eye More than the person did. Time was not yet, When at his daughters birth the sire grew pale. For fear the age and dowry should exceed On each side just proportion.