To Her Face Fatal Aspect! that hast an Influence More powerful far than those Immortal Fires That but incline the Will and move the Sense, Which thou alone contrain'st, kindling Desires Of such an holy force, as more inspires The Soul with Knowledge, than Experience Or Revelation can do with all Their borrow'd helps: Sacred Astonishment Sits on thy Brow, threatning a sudden fall To all those Thoughts that are not lowly sent, In wonder and amaze, dazling that Eye Which on those Mysteries doth rudely gaze, Vow'd only unto Love's Divinity: Sure Adam sinn'd not in that spotless Face. |
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