Miraculous love's wounding: e'en those darts, my sweet Philis, so fiercely shot against my heart, rebounding, are turn'd to roses, violets and lilies, with odour sweet abounding. Miraculous love's wounding.
Miraculous love's wounding: e'en those darts, my sweet Philis, so fiercely shot against my heart, rebounding, are turn'd to roses, violets and lilies, with odour sweet abounding. Miraculous love's wounding.