John Harington (Джон Харингтон)

Beauty

Such colour had her face as when the sun
Shines in a watery cloud in pleasant spring;
And even as when the summer is begun
The nightingales in boughs do sit and sing,
So the blind god, whose force can no man shun
Sits in her eyes, and thence his darts doth fling;
Bathing his wings in her bright crystal streams,
And sunning them in her rare beauties beams.
In these he heads his golden-headed dart,
In those he cooleth it, and tempereth so,
He levels thence at good Oberto's heart,
And to the head he draws it in his bow. 

1. On the Wares in Ireland
2. Ingratitude
3. An Elegy of a Pointed Diamond Given by the Author to His Wife at the Birth of His Eldest Son
4. Slander
5. О мятеже • Of Treason

Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд) Beauty ("Even as on some black background full of night")

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