When all your face appears most fair, When thets and meteors gild your hair,

And in your eyes the moon and sun Contest, surrender, and burn as one,

When ivory Venus smoothes your brow, And Mars recurves your lips' red bow,

Make haste to utter this binding verse And hold the stars on their kindest course...

"Figure of fire,

That shifts and changes,

Planets that move

By heaven's hinge,

Be siged and fixed

Forever here,

And close my image

Within thy sphere"

Measure a yard of golden string Loose from your fingers let it swing,

Then tie it in thirteen sturdy knots, Hide it among your scents and pots.

TO INVOKE SWEET THOUGHTS IN ANOTHER TO KEEP EVIL FROM YOUR HOUSE facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail