I FALSE One, farewell, thou hast releast The fire, imprison'd in my breast, Your beauties make not half the show They did a year or two ago; For now I find, The beauties those fair walls enshrin'd, Foul, and deform'd appear, Ah! where In woman is a spotless mind? II I would not now take up thine eyes, But in revenge to tyrannize; Nor should'st thou make me blot my skin With the black thou wear'st within; If thou would'st meet, As brides do, in the nuptial sheet, I would not kiss, nor play; But say, Thou nothing hast that can be sweet. III I was betray'd, by that fair sign, To entertainment cold within; But found that fine built fabric lin'd, With so ill contriv'd a mind, That now I must For ever (Chloe) leave to trust The face that so beguiles With smiles; Falsehood's a charm to love, or lust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON YEARS OF THE MODERN by WALT WHITMAN BENNINGTON by WILLIAM HENRY BABCOCK ON H---- THE PICK THANK by WILLIAM BLAKE THE OLD HOUSE by GRACE DUFFIE BOYLAN THE RACE OF THE BOOMERS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO BEN JONSON; UPON OCCASION OF HIS ODE OF DEFIANCE ... by THOMAS CAREW |