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A Gentleman to his Mistress that told him he lookt asquint upon her.
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A Gentleman to his Mistress that told him he lookt asquint upon her.
Asquint, why not? am I of Eagles race,
To try mine eyes upon Apollo's face:
Admit I were, yet while I look on thee,
Thy brighter beams force an obliquity.
Eagles should do the same, durst they but try
Their Birth right at the radiance of thine eye.
VVhat is this squinting but my feeble sight,
Reverberated by thy powerfull light?
Nay should mine eye right on to thine aspire,
'Twould burning-Glass-like set mine heart on fire.
But say I could, since thou thus slightest me,
VVhat reason have I to look right on thee?
Come be not you so cross grain'd to despise
A breast that shews her crosses in her eyes;
VVhich silently each other thus reprove,
T'have let in cruell and ingratefull love:
So passing fair, I swear upon a book
You are, my eyes upon each other look
As in a maze to see Dame Nature place
All her perfection in your only face.
To try mine eyes upon Apollo's face:
Admit I were, yet while I look on thee,
Thy brighter beams force an obliquity.
Eagles should do the same, durst they but try
Their Birth right at the radiance of thine eye.
VVhat is this squinting but my feeble sight,
Reverberated by thy powerfull light?
Nay should mine eye right on to thine aspire,
'Twould burning-Glass-like set mine heart on fire.
But say I could, since thou thus slightest me,
VVhat reason have I to look right on thee?
Come be not you so cross grain'd to despise
A breast that shews her crosses in her eyes;
VVhich silently each other thus reprove,
T'have let in cruell and ingratefull love:
So passing fair, I swear upon a book
You are, my eyes upon each other look
As in a maze to see Dame Nature place
All her perfection in your only face.
As Clouds the Creatures of the Sun, so I
The nubilous exhalation of your eye
Approach your presence begging I may be
The Umhra unto your serenity.
And could I but my self in the office put,
As Caltha with your beams Id'e ope, and shut.
The Flies are buzzing where light Candles are,
And smoak you knew alwaies pursues the fair.
Daies d'enterchange Embraces with the night,
And darkness kiss the lovely lips of light.
Why then, thou fairest, art thou so unkind,
To scoffe the mole thy beauty made thus blind?
But am I blinde dost say; Even thence does flow,
This solace, that the God of love is so.
And squint-eyd, then I may glorie int.
The sun it selfe, lights centre looks asquint.
The nubilous exhalation of your eye
Approach your presence begging I may be
The Umhra unto your serenity.
And could I but my self in the office put,
As Caltha with your beams Id'e ope, and shut.
The Flies are buzzing where light Candles are,
And smoak you knew alwaies pursues the fair.
Daies d'enterchange Embraces with the night,
And darkness kiss the lovely lips of light.
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To scoffe the mole thy beauty made thus blind?
But am I blinde dost say; Even thence does flow,
This solace, that the God of love is so.
And squint-eyd, then I may glorie int.
The sun it selfe, lights centre looks asquint.
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