GAZE not on thy beauty's pride, Tender maid, in the false tide That from lovers' eyes doth slide. Let thy faithful crystal show How thy colours come and go: Beauty takes a foil from woe. Love, that in those smooth streams lies Under pity's fair disguise, Will thy melting heart surprise. Nets of passion's finest thread, Snaring poems, will be spread, All to catch thy maidenhead. Then beware! for those that cure Love's disease, themselves endure For reward a calenture. Rather let the lover pine, Than his pale cheek should assign A perpetual blush to thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING AND FALL: TO A YOUNG CHILD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY LINES ON THE MONUMENT OF GIUSEPPE MAZZINI by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE SHAVEN BEAUTY by YUSUF IBN HARUN AL-RAMADI WINTER MOUNTAIN by MARIANA BACHMAN CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 4. WORTHY MEMORY by WILLIAM BASSE |