Therefore forebear awhile
There's something tells me
I would not lose you ; you know it
Hate counsels not in such a quality
But lest you do not understand me well
And yet a man hath no tongue but thought
And so it assumes valour excrement
Look on beautiful one
Am bereft in your beauty , oh maiden
Your visage veiling an incomparable beauty of is it alien?
In a word:
The severed lips ; parted with sugar breath
What a golden mesh entrap hearts of men!!
Coz her eyes , methinks , could steal my soul