| |
| WHO 1 hath his fancy pleasèd | |
| With fruits of happy sight; | |
| Let here his eyes be raisèd, | |
| On Nature’s sweetest light; | |
| A light which doth dissever | 5 |
| And yet unite the eyes, | |
| A light which, dying never, | |
| Is cause the looker dies. | |
| |
| She never dies, but lasteth | |
| In life of lover’s heart; | 10 |
| He ever dies that wasteth | |
| In love his chiefest part: | |
| Thus is her life still guarded | |
| In never-dying faith; | |
| Thus is his death rewarded, | 15 |
| Since she lives in his death. | |
| |
| Look then, and die! The pleasure | |
| Doth answer well the pain: | |
| Small loss of mortal treasure | |
| Who may immortal gain! | 20 |
| Immortal be her graces, | |
| Immortal is her mind; | |
| They fit for heavenly places— | |
| This, heaven in it doth bind. | |
| |
| But eyes these beauties see not, | 25 |
| Nor sense that grace descries; | |
| Yet eyes deprivèd be not | |
| From sight of her fair eyes— | |
| Which, as of inward glory | |
| They are the outward seal, | 30 |
| So may they live still sorry, | |
| Which die not in that weal. | |
| |
| But who hath fancies pleasèd | |
| With fruits of happy sight, | |
| Let here his eyes be raisèd | 35 |
| On Nature’s sweetest light! | |
