Beuty and Maiesty are falne at ods, Th'one claimes his cheeke, the other claimes his chin; Then Vertue comes, and puts her title in. (Quoth she) I make him like th'immortall Gods. (Quoth Maiestie) I owne his lookes, his Brow, His lips, (quoth Love) his eies, his faire is mine. And yet (quoth Maiesty) he is not thine, I mixe Disdaine with Loves congealed Snow. I, but (quoth Love) his lockes are mine (by right) His stately gate is mine (quoth Maiestie,) And mine (quoth Vertue) is his Modestie. Thus as they strive about this heavenly wight, At last the other two to Vertue yeeld, The lists of Love, fought in faire Beauties field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES A CHILD'S GRAVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 89, 90. MU'HTI, MANI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES |