| Sir Arthur Gorges... | ||
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Her face so fair first bent mine eye |
Her tongue so sweet then drew mine ear |
Her wit so sharp then hit my heart |
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Mine eye to like her face doth lead |
Mine ear to learn her tongue doth teach |
My Heart to love het wit doth move |
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Her face with beams doth blind mine eye |
Her tongue with sounds doth charm mine ear |
Her wit with art doth knit my heart |
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Mine eye with life her face doth feed |
Mine ear with hope her tongue doth feast |
My heart with skill her wit doth fill |
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O face with frowns wrong not mine eye |
O tongue with cheeks vex not mine ear |
O wit with smart wound not my heart |
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This eye shall joy her face to serve |
This ear shall yield her tongue to trust |
This heart shall swear her wit to fear. |
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