Her eyelids blew 400
And dimmed sight with pale and deadly hew
At last she up gan lift: with cheare
Her up he tooke, too simple and too trew,
And oft her kist.
And dimmed sight with pale and deadly hew
At last she up gan lift: with cheare
Her up he tooke, too simple and too trew,
And oft her kist.
Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1
