Upon the Curtain of Lucasta's Picture, It was Thus Wrought by Richard Lovelace     Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye, All depth and minde; then mystically spye Her soul's faire picture, her faire soul's, in all So truely copied from th' originall, That you will sweare her body by this law Is but its shadow, as this, its;--now draw.   Poetry Main Page Poet's Main Page Top of this Page Home