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 magic of a face.

The magic of a face.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

There be many that say, Who will shew us any good? Lord, lift
thou up the light of thy read more

There be many that say, Who will shew us any good? Lord, lift
thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.

You have your face bare; I am all face.
[Fr., Vous avez bien la face desouverte; moi je suis read more

You have your face bare; I am all face.
[Fr., Vous avez bien la face desouverte; moi je suis tout face.]

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of
faces there should be none read more

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of
faces there should be none alike.

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.

These faces in the mirrors
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.

These faces in the mirrors
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.