Henry King

Here you will find the Poem SONNET. VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire of poet Henry King

SONNET. VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire

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.