To a Lady, Who Prais'd Another's Eyes

by Matthew Concanen
In vain, by Paralels, you strive,
Panthea 's Eyes to praise,
Perfection which we can't conceive,
It self alone displays.

Gaze on them only, if you'd know
What dazzling Rays they dart;
But if what piercing Shafts they throw,
Then view my wounded Heart.
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