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In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.
In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.
With faces like dead lovers who died true.
With faces like dead lovers who died true.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.
The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.
As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.
There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is read more
There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow.
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till cherry ripe themselves do cry.
Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.
Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.
The face the index of a feeling mind.
The face the index of a feeling mind.
