Richard Lovelace

To Lucasta. Her Reserved Looks.

LUCASTA, frown, and let me die,
 But smile, and see, I live;
The sad indifference of your eye
 Both kills and doth reprieve.
You hide our fate within its screen;
 We feel our judgment, ere we hear.
So in one picture I have seen
 An angel here, the devil there.
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