From Of Loving at First Sight by Edmund Waller
chosen by Sam
Not caring to observe the Wind,
Or the new Sea explore,
Snatch’d from my self, how far behind,
Already I behold the Shore!
May not a Thousand Dangers Sleep
In the smooth Bosom of this Deep?
No: ‘Tis so Rockless and so Clear,
That the rich bottom does appear
Pav’d all with precious things, not Torn
From Shiprack’d Vessels, but there Born.
Sweetness, Truth, and every Grace,
Which Time and Use are wont to teach,
The Eye may in a Moment reach,
And read distinctly in her Face.
Some other Nymphs with Colours faint,
And Pensil slow may Cupid Paint,
And a weak Heart in time destroy;
She has a stamp and Prints the Boy,
Can with a single look inflame
The coldest Breast, the rudest Tame.
Fennel
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