21 April, 2013

Sir Arthur Gorges

Her face            Her tongue            Her wit
so fair                so sweet                so sharp
first bent            then drew              then hit
mine yet            mine ear                my heart


Mine eye           Mine ear                My heart
to like                 to learn                  to love
her face             her tongue             her wit


Her face            Her tongue             Her wit
with beams        with sound             with art
doth blind          doth charm             doth knit
mine eye           mine ear                 my heart


Mine eye           Mine ear                 My heart
with life              with hope               with skill
her face             her tongue             her wit
doth feed           doth feast               doth fill


O face               O tongue                O wit
with frowns        with checks            with smart
wrong not          vex not                   wound not
mine eye           mine ear                 my heart


This eye            This ear                  This heart
shall joy             shall yield               shall swear
her face             her tongue             her wit
to serve             to trust                    to fear.

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