Brittle beauty that nature made so frail, <br />Whereof the gift is small, and short the season, <br />Flowering today, tomorrow apt to fail, <br />Tickle <br />treasure, abhorred of reason, [fragile] <br />Dangerous to deal with, vain, of none avail, <br />Costly in keeping, passed not worth two peason <br />, [peas] <br />Slipper <br />in sliding as is an eel's tail, [slippery] <br />Jewel of jeopardy that peril doth assail, <br />False and untrue, enticed oft to treason, <br />Enemy to youth: that most may I bewail. <br />Ah, bitter sweet: infecting as the poison, <br />Thou farest as fruit that with the frost is taken: <br />Today ready ripe, tomorrow all to-shaken <br />. [broken]<br /><br />Henry Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brittle-beauty-2/
