Madrigal
by: William Alexander (1567 - 1640)
When in her face mine eyes I fix,
A fearful boldness takes my mind;
Sweet honey love with gall doth mix,
And is unjustly 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.
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Love Resolved
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