Her true beauty leaves behind <br />Apprehensions in my mind <br />Of more sweetness than all art <br />Or inventions can impart; <br />Thoughts too deep to be expressed, <br />And too strong to be suppressed.... <br />... What pearls, what rubies can <br />Seem so lovely fair to man, <br />As her lips whom he doth love <br />When in sweet discourse they move: <br />Or her lovelier teeth, the while <br />She doth bless him with a smile! <br />Stars indeed fair creatures be; <br />Yet amongst us where is he <br />Joys not more the whilst he lies <br />Sunning in his mistress' eyes. <br />Than in all the glimmering light <br />Of a starry winter's night? <br />Note the beauty of an eye, <br />And if aught you praise it by <br />Leave such passion in your mind, <br />Let my reason's eye be blind. <br />Mark if ever red or white <br />Anywhere gave such delight <br />As when they have taken place <br />In a worthy woman's face.<br /><br />George Wither<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-beauty-7/
