Mary Wroth
Can pleasing sight, misfortune ever bring?
Can firm desire ever, torments try?
Can winning eyes prove to the hart a sting?
Or can sweet lips in treason hidden lie?
The Sun most pleasing blinds the strongest eye
If too much look'd on, breaking the sight's string;
Desires crossed must unto mischiefs hie,
And as despair, a luckless chance may fling.
Eyes, having won, rejecting proves a sting
Killing the bud before the tree doth spring,
Sweet lips not loving doth as poison prove.
Desire, sight, eyes, lips, seek, see, prove, and find
You love may win, but curses if unkind,
Then show you harm's dislike, and joy in Love.