I PRITHEE, why so angry, Sweet? 'Tis in vain, To dissemble a disdain, That frown i' th' infancy I'll meet, And kiss it to a smile again. II In that pretty anger is Such a grace, As Love's fancy would embrace, As to new crimes may Youth entice, So that disguise becomes that face. III When thy rosy cheek thus checks My offence, I could sin with a pretence; Through that sweet chiding blush there breaks, So fair, so bright an innocence. IV Thus your very frowns entrap My desire, And inflame me to admire That eyes, dressed in an angry shape, Should kindle, as with amorous fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILD ALONE: 7. THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY THALIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SHELLEY AND TRELAWNEY by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI OSTRA by ELLEN FRANCES BALDWIN |