VI. Be nought dismayd that her unmoved mind So hard it is to kindle new desire In gentle brest, that shall endure for ever: Deepe is the wound, that dints the parts entire With chaste affects, that naught but death can sever. Then thinke not long in taking little paine To knit the knot, that ever shall remaine. VII. Fayre eyes! the myrrour of my mazed hart, What wondrous vertue is contayn'd in you, The which both lyfe and death forth from you dart For, when ye mildly looke with lovely hew, That your bright beams, of my weak eies admyred, May kindle living fire within my brest. Such life should be the honor of your light, 10* VIII. More then most faire, full of the living fire, No eies but ioyes, in which al powers conspire, That to the world naught else be counted deare. Thrugh your bright beams doth not the blinded guest Shoot out his darts to base affections wound; But Angels come to lead fraile mindes to rest nd.] In chast desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; IX. Long-while I sought to what I might compare Not to the Sun; for they doo shine by night; Whose light doth lighten all that here we seè. Vide REMARKS, p. 36. X. Unrighteous Lord of love, what law is this, And that high look, with which she doth comptroll All this worlds pride, bow to a baser make, That I may laugh at her in equall sort, As she doth laugh at me, and makes my pain her sport. |