Remembrance Lyrics

mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
thy beauty's form in table of my heart
my body is the frame wherein 'tis held
and perspective it is the painter's art
for through the painter must you see his skill
to find where your true image pictured lies
which in my bosom's shop is hanging still
that hath his windows glazed with thine eyes

now see what good turns eyes for eyes
now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done
now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done
mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee

now see what good turns eyes for eyes
now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done
yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art
they draw but what they see, know not the heart
now see what good turns eyes for eyes
now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done