SONNET 342
By JH Sayyar
You learns from the winch-glass,
How to deceive the loves like a fox,
Beaus’ hearts flutter when eyes cross,
Wise’s wits, you keep in beauty box,
When on the lovers: her eyes fall,
Wit eclipses anon senses at once fail,
Mating desire gives her night gall,
All cruel women green lovers hail,
When love grows coquettes change,
Beauty mirror makes her more cute
In dreams with beaus love exchange,
Talk lusty eyes; pretty lips are mute.
When I recall her kiss; fall in a fit,
Heart happy when fails Lady’s wit
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