FAyre ye be sure, but cruell and vnkind, <br />As is a Tygre that with greedinesse <br />hunts after bloud, when he by chance doth find <br />a feeble beast, doth felly him oppresse. <br />Fayre be ye sure but proud and pittilesse, <br />as is a storme, that all things doth prostrate: <br />finding a tree alone all comfortlesse, <br />beats on it strongly it to ruinate. <br />Fayre be ye sure, but hard and obstinate, <br />as is a rocke amidst the raging floods: <br />gaynst which a ship of succour desolate, <br />doth suffer wreck both of her selfe and goods. <br />That ship, that tree, and that same beast am I, <br />whom ye doe wreck, doe ruine, and destroy.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lvi-2/
