“ Doth so beguile the lover's easy mind, Still turning it to fancy's idiot eye, That reason's self forgets her majesty To join the gaze; till the fond phantoms pass, And grief and stern repentance rise behind. ”
“ Doth so beguile the lover's easy mind, Still turning it to fancy's idiot eye, That reason's self forgets her majesty To join the gaze; till the fond phantoms pass, And grief and stern repentance rise behind. ”