This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ... Would'st thou had less deserv'd, that the proportion Of thanks and payment had been better mated. "I look into the lady's face, and in her eyes I find a wonder, or a wondrous miracle, And I nor heard nor read so strange a thing, -- A shadow of myself form'd in her eye, And in this form of beauty read I, --love! I do protest I never lov'd myself, Till now infixed, I behold myself Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. M. Speak then, my gentle Prince; and canst thou love? F. B. Nay, ask me if I can refrain from love, For I do love thee most unfeignedly. "With cheeks abasb'd I blush, and swear to serve, Be it unto death and future misery, This Queen of earthly queens, as goddess so divine, Who charms with her sweet smile e'en the most saturnine. M. Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the heart! This tells thy tale, excuse it how thou canst. F. B. Fair Margaret, the beauty of thy face, Sufficient to bewitch the heavenly powers, Hath wrought so much in me, that now of late, I find myself made captive unto love. Laura, to thee, was but a kitchen wench; Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gypsy; Helen and Hero, like to market girls. Thou, Margaret, are like the violets That strew the green lap of the new-come spring. Behold the window of my heart, mine eye! What humble suit attends thy answer there? Impose some service on me for my love. M. I thank thee, gentle Francis, and be sure I count myself in-nothing else so happy: And as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense. F. B. Your presence makes me rich, my gracious Queen, And far surmounts our labor to attain it. M. Ha, gracious youth, how high thy glory towers, When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! Fain...