Sir William Alexander
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When in her face mine eyes I fix, A fearful boldness takes my mind; Sweet honey love with gall doth mix, And is unjustly kind. It seems to breed, And is indeed A special pleasure to be pined. No danger then I dread: For though I went a thousand times to Styx, I know she can revive me with her eye, As many looks, as many lives to me; And yet, had I a thousand hearts, As many looks, as many darts, Might make them all to die.
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