WAs it the worke of nature or of Art? <br />which tempred so the feature of her face: <br />that pride and meeknesse mixt by equall part, <br />doe both appeare t'adorne her beauties grace. <br />For with mild pleasance, which doth pride displace, <br />she to her loues doth lookers eyes allure: <br />& with sterne countenance back again doth chace <br />their looser lookes that stir vp lustes impure, <br />With such strange termes her eyes she doth inure, <br />that with one looke she doth my life dismay: <br />and with another doth it streight recure, <br />her smile me drawes, her frowne me driues away. <br />Thus doth she traine and teach me with her lookes, <br />such art of eyes I neuer read in bookes.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxi-2/
