it was even more gloriously wrought than without; and there

Immortal Beautytwo2023-11-30 21:49:43 6 83

Yet do not so, sweet queen; one torment spar'd,

it was even more gloriously wrought than without; and there

Would give a pang to jealous misery,

it was even more gloriously wrought than without; and there

Worse than the torment's self: but rather tie

it was even more gloriously wrought than without; and there

Large wings upon my shoulders, and point out

My love's far dwelling. Though the playful rout

Of Cupids shun thee, too divine art thou,

Too keen in beauty, for thy silver prow

Not to have dipp'd in love's most gentle stream.



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