(concluding part of verse)
5
Gentle wind sport did find,
Wantonly to make fly,
her golden tresses.
As they shook, I did look,
But her fair did impair
all my senses.
As amazed, I gazed
On more than a mortal
complexion.
Them that I love can prove
Such force in beauty's
infection.
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Next her hair, forehead fair,
Smooth and high; next doth lie,
without wrinkle,
Her fair brows; under those,
Star-like eyes win love's prize
when they twinkle,
In her cheeks who seeks
Shall find there displayed
beauty's banner;
On admiring desiring
Breeds, as I look still upon her,
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Thin lips red, fancy's fed,
With all sweet when he meets,
and is granted,
There to trade, and is made
Happy, sure, to endure
still undaunted.
Pretty chin doth win
Of all the world commendations;
Fairest neck, no speck;
All her parts merit high admirations.
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A pretty bare, past compare,
Parts those plots which besots
still asunder.
It is meet naught but sweet
Should come near that so rare
'tis a wonder.
No mishap, no scape
Inferior to nature's perfection;
No blot, no spot:
She's beauty's queen in election.
9
Whilst I dreamt, I exempt
From all care, seemed to share
pleasures in plenty;
But awake, care take__
For I find to my mind
pleasures scanty.
Therefore, I will try
To compass my heart's chief contending.
To such a case causeth repenting.
___ William Shakespeare
(credit to Gary Taylor for finding this priceless poem)
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