Thou art not fair for all thy red and white, For all those rosy ornaments in thee; Thou art not sweet, though made of mere delight, Nor fair nor sweet, unless thou pity me. I will not soothe thy fancies: thou shalt prove That beauty is no beauty without love. Yet love not me, nor seek thou to allure My thoughts with beauty; were it more divine, Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure, I'll not be wrapt up in those arms of thine, Now shew it if thou be a woman right, -- Embrace, and kiss, and love me, in despite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 1. MOONLIGHT NIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE SAILOR; A ROMAIC BALLAD by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A GIFT OF SPRING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 4 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LOVES ADVENTURE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO ALEXIS IN ANSWER TO HIS POEM AGAINST FRUITION by APHRA BEHN |