King John

by devinking

Lewis

…in her eye I find

A wonder or a wondrous miracle,

The shadow of myself formed in her eye,

Which, being but the shadow of the son,

Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow.

I do protest I never loved myself

Till now infixed I beheld myself,

Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.

II.i.496-503

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