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CYNTHIADES: ON HER FAIR EYES, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Look not upon me with those lovely eyes
Last Line: Into thy bosom take the body too.
Subject(s): Eyes; Love


LOOK not upon me with those lovely Eyes,
From whom there flies
So many a dart
To wound a heart,
That still in vain to thee for mercy cries,
Yet dies, whether thou grantest, or denies.

Of thy coy looks, know, I do not complain,
Nor of disdain:
Those, sudden, like
The lightning strike,
And kill me without any ling'ring pain,
And slain so once, I cannot die again.

But O, thy sweet looks from my eyes conceal,
Which so oft steal
My soul from me,
And bring to thee
A wounded heart, which though it do reveal
The hurts thou giv'st it, yet thou canst not heal.

Upon those sweets I surfeit still, yet I,
Wretch! cannot die:
But am reviv'd,
And made long liv'd
By often dying, since thy gracious eye,
Like heaven, makes not a death, but ecstasy.

Then in the heaven of that beauteous face,
Since thou dost place
A martyr'd heart,
Whose bliss thou art,
Since thou hast ta'en the soul, this favour do,
Into thy bosom take the body too.





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