I FAIR ONE! if thus kind you be, Yet intend a slaughter, Faith, you'll lose your pains with me, Elsewhere seek hereafter: Though your looks be sharp, and quick, Think not (pray) to drill me; Love, perchance, may make me sick, But will never kill me. II Were my mistress ne'er so brown, Yet, if kind, I'd prize her; Who's most fair, if she but frown, I shall soon despise her: I love kindness, and not face; Who scorns me, I hate her: Courtesy gives much more grace, In my mind, than feature. III Red and white adorn the cheek Less by far, than smiling; That's the beauty I most seek, That charm's most beguiling. Fair one! now you know my mind See if th' humour take you; I shall love you, whilst y' are kind; When y' are not, forsake you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAISY FRASER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LOVE'S JUSTIFICATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE ATLANTIDES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE WHITE CHARGER by ABUS SALT NIGHTFALL (1) by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN DON'T BE DOWN-HEARTED (A PHILOSOPHIC POME) by BERTON BRALEY A MEMORIAL ABSTRACT OF A SERMON PREACHED ON PROVERBS, XX, 27 by JOHN BYROM |