When on my bosom thy bright eyes, <br />Florinda, dart their heavenly beams, <br />I feel not the least love surprise, <br />Yet endless tears flow down in streams; <br />There's nought so beautiful in thee, <br />But you may find the same in me. <br /> <br /> <br />The lilies of thy skin compare; <br />In me you see them full as white: <br />The roses of your cheeks, I dare <br />Affirm, can't glow to more delight. <br />Then, since I show as fine a face, <br />Can you refuse a soft embrace? <br /> <br /> <br />Ah! lovely nymph, thou'rt in thy prime! <br />And so am I, while thou art here; <br />But soon will come the fatal time, <br />When all we see shall disappear. <br />'Tis mine to make a just reflection, <br />And yours to follow my direction. <br /> <br /> <br />Then catch admirers while you may; <br />Treat not your lovers with disdain; <br />For time with beauty flies away, <br />And there is no return again. <br />To you the sad account I bring, <br />Life's autumn has no second spring.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fontinella-to-florinda/
