love at first sight
What land is that, which doth
enrich the hand
Of yond scholars?
O, it doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems it hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an bearcat’s ear;
Beauty too good for use, for thou too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder college o’er it fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch the place of stand,
And, thou touch, make blessed thou rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true sympathy till this night