Her Face, Her Tongue, Her Wit   (c)

   

Her face

so fair

first bent

mine eye

 

Mine eye

to like

her face

doth lead

 

Her face

with beams

doth blind

mine eye

 

Mine eye

with life

her face

doth feed

 

O face

with frowns

wrong not

mine eye

 

This eye

shall joy

her face

to serve

Her tongue

so sweet

threw drew

mine ear

 

Mine ear

to learn

her tongue

doth teach

 

Her tongue

with sounds

doth charm

mine ear

 

Mine ear

with hope

her tongue

doth feast

 

O tongue

with cheeks

vex not

mine ear

 

This ear

shall yield

her tongue

to trust

Her wit

so sharp

then hit

my heart

 

My heart

to love

her wit

doth move

 

Her wit

with art

doth knit

my heart

 

My heart

with skill

her wit

doth kill

 

O wit

with smart

wound not

my heart

 

This heart

shall swear

her wit

to fear.

                      

 

                                    - Sir Arthur Gorges (?-1625) English

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