Is it her nature, or is it her will, To be so cruell to an humbled foe? If nature, then she may it mend with skill, If will, then she at will may will forgoe. But if her nature and her wil be so, That she will plague the man that loves her most, And take delight t' encrease a wretches woe, Then all her natures goodly guifts are lost; And that same glorious beauties ydle boast Is but a bayt such wretches to beguile, As, being long in her loves tempest tost, She meanes at last to make her piteous spoyle. O fayrest fayre, let never it be named, That so fayre beauty was so fowly shamed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER NIGHT-BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER GRASS FINGERS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE MEDITATION AT KEW by ANNA WICKHAM THE BLUEBELLS OF NEW ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG FOR DECORATION DAY by HELEN C. BACON |