Lady Mary Wroth

from Pamphilia to Amphilanthus: 4

When I beeheld the Image of my deere
   With greedy lookes mine eyes would that way bend,
   Fear, and desire did inwardly contend;
   Feare to bee mark’d, desire to drawe still neere,
 
And in my soule a speritt wowld apeer,
   Which boldnes waranted, and did pretend
   To bee my genius, yett I durst nott lend
   My eyes in trust wher others seemed soe cleere,
 
Then did I search from whence this danger ’rose,
   If such unworthynes in mee did rest
   As my sterv’d eyes must nott with sight bee blest;
   When jealousie her poyson did disclose;
 
Yett in my hart unseense of jealous eye
The truer Image shall in triumph lye.
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