Classic Poem

When in her face mine eyes I fix,
A fearful boldness takes my mind,
Sweet honey Love with gall doth mix,
And is unkindly kind:
It seems to breed,
And is indeed
A special pleasure to be pined.
No danger then I dread:
For though I went a thousand times to Styx,
I know she can revive me with her eye,
As many looks, as many lives to me:
And yet had I a thousand hearts,
As many looks, as many darts,
Might make them all to die.