Are you what your faire lookes expresse? Oh then be kinde: From law of Nature they digresse Whose forme sutes not their minde: Fairenesse seene in th' outward shape Is but th' inward beauties Ape. Eyes that of earth are mortall made, What can they view? All's but a colour or a shade, And neyther alwayes true. Reasons sight, that is eterne, Ev'n the substance can discerne. Soule is the Man; for who will so The body name? And to that power all grace we owe That deckes our living frame. What, or how, had housen bin, But for them that dwell therein? Love in the bosome is begot, Not in the eyes; No beauty makes the eye more hot, Her flames the spright surprise: Let our loving mindes then meete, For pure meetings are most sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PHONECALL FROM FRANK O'HARA by ANNE WALDMAN THE WIND'S VISIT by EMILY DICKINSON TO THE NIGHTINGALE by ANNE FINCH THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 71 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 5. ETERNAL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HYMN, COMPOSED FOR THE CHILDREN OF A SUNDAY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON |