VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire, <br />Thou wer't a wonder past compare: <br />But frozen Love and fierce disdain <br />By their extremes thy graces stain. <br />Cold coyness quenches the still fires <br />Which glow in Lovers warm desires; <br />And scorn, like the quick Lightnings blaze, <br />Darts death against affections gaze. <br />O Heavens, what prodigy is this <br />When Love in Beauty buried is! <br />Or that dead pity thus should be <br />Tomb'd in a living cruelty.<br /><br />Henry King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vvere-thy-heart-soft-as-thou-art-faire/
