LADIES, though to your conquering eyes Love owes his chiefest victories, And borrows those bright arms from you With which he does the world subdue, Yet you yourselves are not above The empire nor the griefs of love. Then rack not lovers with disdain, Lest Love on you revenge their pain: You are not free because you're fair: The Boy did not his Mother spare. Beauty 's but an offensive dart: It is no armour for the heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER LAMENT OF THE MASTER ERSKINE by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH TO A SINGING BIRD by PHILIP AYRES |