Thou art not fair for all thy red and white, For all those rosy ornaments in thee; Thou art not sweet, though made of mere delight, Nor fair nor sweet, unless thou pity me. I will not soothe thy fancies: thou shalt prove That beauty is no beauty without love. Yet love not me, nor seek thou to allure My thoughts with beauty; were it more divine, Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure, I'll not be wrapt up in those arms of thine, Now shew it if thou be a woman right, -- Embrace, and kiss, and love me, in despite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY AN ECHO FROM WILLOW-WOOD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HELTER SKELTER; OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNEYS by JONATHAN SWIFT THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |