Tixall Poetry/A Glasse Window Broken
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A Glasse Window Broken.
The window of thyn eyes, my deare,
Will shatter too, if death peep there;
Nay, who'l asure them to outlast
Diseases stroke, or ages blast?
Oh, shut them now, and kindly rescue me,
And see how much tis safer not to see.
Will shatter too, if death peep there;
Nay, who'l asure them to outlast
Diseases stroke, or ages blast?
Oh, shut them now, and kindly rescue me,
And see how much tis safer not to see.