Dost see how unregarded now <br /> That piece of beauty passes? <br />There was a time when I did vow <br /> To that alone; <br /> But mark the fate of faces; <br />The red and white works now no more on me <br />Than if it could not charm, or I not see. <br /> <br />And yet the face continues good, <br /> And I have still desires, <br />Am still the selfsame flesh and blood, <br /> As apt to melt <br /> And suffer from those fires; <br />Oh some kind pow'r unriddle where it lies, <br />Whether my heart be faulty, or her eyes? <br /> <br />She ev'ry day her man does kill, <br /> And I as often die; <br />Neither her power then, nor my will <br /> Can question'd be. <br /> What is the mystery? <br />Sure beauty's empires, like to greater states, <br />Have certain periods set, and hidden fates.<br /><br />Sir John Suckling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-i/
