Guiuseppe Artale
Guiuseppe Artale
The Lady With Glasses

Tis not to quench her lovers ardent flames
That she places on her eyes thses sheets of snow
Nay, tis that from a distance she may throw
Strentghen'd with crystal, lovely wouding beams

If with his rays the sun doth heat inspire
She but to makeincendiary her looks
Puts on these glasses that her lightning strokes
May shoot instead of rays a raging fire

Like Archimedes shes on arson bent
For she knows the sun through glass in subtle ways
Is cause of fire and agoniz'd lament
Or she turns to stone the better to harrass
And no heart can escape her burning rays
She, wiser far than Love, hath bonds of glass