Poems By John Hall | ||
37
The Christall
This Christall here
That shines so clear,
And carri's in its womb a little day;
Once hammerd will appear
Impure as dust, as dark as clay.
That shines so clear,
And carri's in its womb a little day;
Once hammerd will appear
Impure as dust, as dark as clay.
Even such will prove
Thy face (my love!)
When age shall soyl the lustre of thine ey's,
And all that Red remove
That on thy spicy lip now ly's;
Thy face (my love!)
When age shall soyl the lustre of thine ey's,
And all that Red remove
That on thy spicy lip now ly's;
Nor can a hand
Again command,
By any art, these ruins into frame,
But they will severd stand
And ne're compose the former shame:
Again command,
By any art, these ruins into frame,
But they will severd stand
And ne're compose the former shame:
Such is the case
(Love!) of thy face,
Both desperate, in this you disagree,
Thy beauty needs must passe,
It (of it self) will constant be.
(Love!) of thy face,
Both desperate, in this you disagree,
Thy beauty needs must passe,
It (of it self) will constant be.
Poems By John Hall | ||