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HE IS NEVER WEARY OF PRAISING THE EYES OF LAURA.
The bright eyes which so struck my fenceless side / That they alone which harm'd can heal the smart / Beyond or power of herbs or magic art, / Or stone which oceans from our shores divide, / The chance of other love have so denied / That one sweet thought alone contents my heart, / From following which if ne'er my tongue depart, / Pity the guided though you blame the guide.