Ye tradefull merchants, that with weary toyle Do seeke most pretious things to make your gain, And both the Indias of their treasures spoile, What needeth you to seeke so farre in vaine? For loe! my love doth in her selfe containe All this worlds riches that may farre be found: If saphyres, loe! her eies be saphyres plaine; If rubies, loe! hir lips be rubies sound; If pearles, hir teeth be pearles both pure and round; If yvorie, her forhead yvory weene; If gold, her locks are finest gold on ground; If silver, her faire hands are silver sheene: But that which fairest is but few behold, Her mind, adornd with vertues manifold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH |