Heavens thy fair eyes be ;
Heavens of ever-falling stars ;
'Tis seed-time still with thee,
And stars thou sow'st, whose harvest dares
Promise the earth to countershine
Whatever makes Heaven's forehead fine.
Samson to his Delilah
CRUEL, could not once blinding me suffice ?
When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes.
La Vita Nuova
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