Keepe on your maske, and hide your eye, <br />For with beholding you I dye: <br />Your fatall beauty, Gorgon-like, <br />Dead with astonishment will strike; <br />Your piercing eyes if them I see <br />Are worse than basilisks to mee. <br /> <br /> <br />Shutt from mine eyes those hills of snowe, <br />Their melting valleys doe not showe; <br />Their azure paths lead to dispaire, <br />O vex me not, forbeare, forbeare; <br />For while I thus in torments dwell <br />The sight of heaven is worse than hell. <br /> <br /> <br />Your dayntie voyce and warbling breath <br />Sound like a sentence pass'd for death; <br />Your dangling tresses are become <br />Like instruments of finall doome. <br />O if an Angell torture so, <br />When life is done where shall I goe?<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/keepe-on-your-maske-and-hide-your-eye/
