The English and Latin Poems of Sir Robert Ayton Edited by Charles B. Gullans |
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17. [Sonnet: Love's Provocation]
Vnhappy eyes, why did you gaze againeVpon those Fatall, Loveing, fyring Spheires,
Know you not well, her fire flaughts would constraine
Your Cristall circles to dissolve in teares?
And you againe, even as vnhappy eares,
Why did her painted Phrase your Fort surprise?
Know you not well that in her lipps she beares
A charming host of perswasive replyes?
Oh, eyes and eares, that you had been more wise
And had not waken'd vp a sleeping flame!
Yet since the fault is don, my comfort lyes
Into the merritts of a Matchless dame,
For who soe loves her not, that heares or sees,
Is neither worthy to have eares nor eyes.
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