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By Lady Mary Wroth

Can pleasing sight, misfortune ever bring?
Can firm desire a painful torment try?
Can winning eyes prove to the heart a sting?
Or can sweet lips in Treason hidden lie?
The sun most pleasing, blinds the strongest eye,
If two much look'd on, breaking the sights string;
Desires still crossed must unto mischief hie,
And as despair, a luckless chance may fling.
Eyes having none, rejecting proves a sting won.
Killing the bug before the tree doth spring;
Sweet lips, not loving, do as poison prove:
Desire, sight, Eyes, lips; seek, see, prove, and find
You love may win, but curses if unkind,
Then show you harms dislike, and joy in love.

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