letra de sir john harrington - beauty - ghizela rowe
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such colour had her face as when the sun
shines in a watery cloud in pleasant spring;
and even as when the summer is begun
the nightingales in boughs do sit and sing
so the blind god, whose force can no man shun
sits in her eyes, and thence his darts doth fling;
bathing his wings in her bright crystal streams
and sunning them in her rare beauties beams
in these he heads his golden-headed dart
in those he cooleth it, and tempereth so
he levels thence at good oberto’s heart
and to the head he draws it in his bow
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