I. <br />Tell me, ye subtill judges in loves treasury, <br />Inform me, which hath most inricht mine eye, <br />This diamonds greatnes, or its clarity? <br /> <br /> II. <br />Ye cloudy spark lights, whose vast multitude <br />Of fires are harder to be found then view'd, <br />Waite on this star in her first magnitude. <br /> <br /> III. <br />Calmely or roughly! Ah, she shines too much; <br />That now I lye (her influence is such), <br />Chrusht with too strong a hand, or soft a touch. <br /> <br /> IV. <br />Lovers, beware! a certaine, double harme <br />Waits your proud hopes, her looks al-killing charm <br />Guarded by her as true victorious arme. <br /> <br /> V. <br />Thus with her eyes brave Tamyris spake dread, <br />Which when the kings dull breast not entered, <br />Finding she could not looke, she strook him dead.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/la-bella-bona-roba-to-my-lady-h-ode/
