Her Face - Sir Arthur Gorges, 1625

 

Her face so fair first bent mine eye Mine eye to like her face doth lead Her face with beams doth blind mine eye Mine eye with life her face doth feed O face with frowns wrong not mine eye This eye shall joy her face to serve

Her tongue so sweet threw drew mine ear Mine ear to learn her tongue doth teach Her tongue with sounds doth charm mine ear Mine ear with hope her tongue doth feast O tongue with cheeks vex not mine ear This ear shall yield her tongue to trust

Her wit so sharp then hit my heart My heart to love her wit doth move Her wit with art doth knit my heart My heart with skill her wit doth kill O wit with smart wound not my heart This heart shall swear her wit to fear.