Poems &c. By James Shirley | ||
Upon his M. Dancing.
I stood and saw my Mistris dance,Silent, and with so fixt an eye,
Some might suppose me in a trance,
But being asked why,
By one that knew I was in love,
I could not but impart
My wonder, to behold her move
So nimbly with a marble heart.
Poems &c. By James Shirley | ||