Her Face, Her Tongue, Her Wit
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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