Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair; <br />Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are sunny; <br />Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair; <br />And her disdains are gall, her favors honey. <br />A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honor, <br />Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love, <br />The wonder of all eyes that look upon her, <br />Sacred on earth, design'd a saint above. <br />Chastity and Beauty, which are deadly foes, <br />Live reconciled friends within her brow; <br />And had she pity to conjoin with those, <br />Then who had heard the plaints I utter now? <br />O had she not been fair and thus unkind, <br />My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vi-fair-is-my-love/
