Sonnet LXIV
SONNET LXIV.
Questo nostro caduco e fragil bene.
NATURE DISPLAYED IN HER EVERY CHARM, BUT SOON WITHDREW HER FROM SIGHT.
This gift of beauty which a good men name,Frail, fleeting, fancied, false, a wind, a shade,[Pg 294]Ne'er yet with all its spells one fair array'd,Save in this age when for my cost it came.Not such is Nature's duty, nor her aim,One to enrich if others poor are made,But now on one is all her wealth display'd,—Ladies, your pardon let my boldness claim.Like loveliness ne'er lived, or old or new,Nor ever shall, I ween, but hid so strange,Scarce did our erring world its marvel view,So soon it fled; thus too my soul must changeThe little light vouchsafed me from the skiesOnly for pleasure of her sainted eyes.
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