Anne’s Eye is liken’d to the Sun,
From it such Beams of Beauty fall;
And this can be denied by none,
For like the Sun, it shines on All.Then do not admiration smother,
Or say these glances don’t become her;
To you, or I, or any other
Her Sun, displays perpetual Summer.
From it such Beams of Beauty fall;
And this can be denied by none,
For like the Sun, it shines on All.Then do not admiration smother,
Or say these glances don’t become her;
To you, or I, or any other
Her Sun, displays perpetual Summer.
