I FAIR ONE! if thus kind you be, Yet intend a slaughter, Faith, you'll lose your pains with me, Elsewhere seek hereafter: Though your looks be sharp, and quick, Think not (pray) to drill me; Love, perchance, may make me sick, But will never kill me. II Were my mistress ne'er so brown, Yet, if kind, I'd prize her; Who's most fair, if she but frown, I shall soon despise her: I love kindness, and not face; Who scorns me, I hate her: Courtesy gives much more grace, In my mind, than feature. III Red and white adorn the cheek Less by far, than smiling; That's the beauty I most seek, That charm's most beguiling. Fair one! now you know my mind See if th' humour take you; I shall love you, whilst y' are kind; When y' are not, forsake you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY CRY WOE, WOE, AND LET THE GOOD PREVAIL, FR. AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE WOODLANDS by WILLIAM BARNES THE YELLOWHAMMER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PASSING BELL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE LAMENT OF THE OUTALISSI by THOMAS CAMPBELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. FROM CAVERNS DARK by EDWARD CARPENTER |