Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 1, 39
Seated on marble was my Ladie blythe,
Holding in hand a christall looking Glasse,
Marking of Lovers thousands (who alive
Thankes onely to her Beautie rare did passe).
To prie in glass likes her: but afterward
Shee takes the nature of the stone most hard.
For whilst she cherefully doth fixe her eyes
Gazing upon the brightnes of the one,
Her hart by th'other's made (in strangie wise)
Hard as a rocke, and senselesse as a stone:
So that if Love this breaketh not in twaine,
It will a flint become, to others paine.
Holding in hand a christall looking Glasse,
Marking of Lovers thousands (who alive
Thankes onely to her Beautie rare did passe).
To prie in glass likes her: but afterward
Shee takes the nature of the stone most hard.
For whilst she cherefully doth fixe her eyes
Gazing upon the brightnes of the one,
Her hart by th'other's made (in strangie wise)
Hard as a rocke, and senselesse as a stone:
So that if Love this breaketh not in twaine,
It will a flint become, to others paine.
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