Quiringh van Brekelenkam. Gallant Conversation, c1663.
from The Lady's Looking Glass (1686)
Oh! how the hand the lover ought to prize|
'Bove any one peculiar grace,
While he is dying for the eyes
And doting on the lovely face !
The unconsidering little knows,
How much he to this beauty owes.
That, when the lover absent is,
Informs him of his mistress' heart;
'Tis that which gives him all his bliss,
When dear love-secrets 'twill impart,
That plights the faith the maid bestows;
And that confirms the tim'rous vows.
'Tis that betrays the tenderness,
Which the too bashful tongue denies:
'Tis that which does the heart confess,
And spares the language of the eyes.
'Tis that which treasure gives so vast;
Ev'n Iris 'twill to Damon give at last.
Restoration Verse, 1660-1715. William Kerr, ed.
London: Macmillan, 1930. 157-158.
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