Here you will find the Poem SONNET. VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire of poet Henry King
VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire, Thou wer't a wonder past compare: But frozen Love and fierce disdain By their extremes thy graces stain. Cold coyness quenches the still fires Which glow in Lovers warm desires; And scorn, like the quick Lightnings blaze, Darts death against affections gaze. O Heavens, what prodigy is this When Love in Beauty buried is! Or that dead pity thus should be Tomb'd in a living cruelty.
