Behold a Wonder here! Behold a wonder here! Such beams infused be By Cynthia in his eyes, As first have made him see Love now no more will weep For them that laugh the while, Nor wake for them that sleep, Nor sigh for them that smile. So powerful is the Beauty That Love doth now behold, That's neither blind nor bold. Thus Beauty shows her might not Prize thy Beauty at too High a Rate Do not, O do not prize thy beauty at too high a rate, Love to be loved whilst thou art lovely, lest thou love too late; Frowns print wrinkles in thy brows, Wert thou the only world's admired thou canst love but one, And many have before been loved, thou art not loved alone: Couldst thou speak with heavenly grace, Sappho might with thee compare; Blush the roses in thy face, Rosamond was as fair. DO NOT, O DO NOT PRIZE Pride is the canker that consumeth beauty in her prime, They that delight in long debating feel the curse of time: All things with the time do change, Some even to themselves seem strange Lady Weep I saw my Lady weep, And Sorrow proud to be advanced so In those fair eyes where all perfections keep. Her face was full of woe, But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts. Sorrow was there made fair, And Passion wise; Tears a delightful thing; Silence beyond all speech, a wisdom rare; She made her sighs to sing, And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love. O fairer than aught else The world can show, leave off in time to grieve. |