Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes] |
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SONNET LXVIII.
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SONNET LXVIII.
[Would God (when I beheld thy bewteous face]
Would God (when I beheld thy bewteous face,And golden tresses, rich with pearle, and stone)
Medusaes visage had appear'd in place,
With snakie lockes, looking on me alone:
Then had her dreadfull charming lookes me changed
Into a sencelesse stone, oh were I sencelesse!
Then rage through rash regard had neuer ranged,
Whereas to loue I stood disarm'd and fencelesse:
Yea but that diuerse obiect of thy face,
In me contrarious operations wrought,
A mouing spirite, prick't with bewties grace,
No pitties grace in thee, which I haue sought
Which makes me deeme, thou didst Medusa see,
And should thy selfe, a mouing marble bee.
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