And till this time (restrained by black disasters)
Could ne'er apply lip-love or vowel-plasters.
Be pleased to know (yet sure you needs must know it)
1060A beauty so divine must needs divine,
Though I should want heart, hand, or voice to show it,
When first your beauty in mine eyes did shine,
They slipped into my breast, and told my heart
The god of love by them had sent a dart.
My heart made quick reply (if hearts have voice)
You ever have such faithful servants been,