You charm'd me not with that fair face <br /> Though it was all divine: <br /> To be another's is the grace, <br /> That makes me wish you mine. <br /> <br /> The Gods and Fortune take their part <br /> Who like young monarchs fight; <br /> And boldly dare invade that heart <br /> Which is another's right. <br /> <br /> First mad with hope we undertake <br /> To pull up every bar; <br /> But once possess'd, we faintly make <br /> A dull defensive war. <br /> <br /> Now every friend is turn'd a foe <br /> In hope to get our store: <br /> And passion makes us cowards grow, <br /> Which made us brave before.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-charm-d-me-not-with-that-fair-face/
