Sonnet. To His Ears And Eyes
Unhappy eyes, why did you gaze again,
Upon these fatal love-inspiring spheres?
Knew you not how her fire-flaughts would constrain,
Your crystal circles to dissolve in tears?
And you again, ev'n as unhappy ears,
Why did her painted phrase your fort surprise?
Knew you not well, that on her lips she bears
A charming host of persuasive replies?
Oh, eyes and ears, that ye had been more wise,
And had not waken'd up a sleeping flame,
Yet since the fault is done, my comfort lies
Upon the merits of a matchless dame—
For whoso loves her not that hears and sees,
Is neither worthy to have ears nor e'es.
Upon these fatal love-inspiring spheres?
Knew you not how her fire-flaughts would constrain,
Your crystal circles to dissolve in tears?
And you again, ev'n as unhappy ears,
Why did her painted phrase your fort surprise?
Knew you not well, that on her lips she bears
A charming host of persuasive replies?
Oh, eyes and ears, that ye had been more wise,
And had not waken'd up a sleeping flame,
Yet since the fault is done, my comfort lies
Upon the merits of a matchless dame—
For whoso loves her not that hears and sees,
Is neither worthy to have ears nor e'es.
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