To His Forsaken Mistress
Sir Robert Ayton
1570 to 1638
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I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
And ______ might have gone near to love thee,
Had I ______ found the slightest prayer
That lips could move, ______ power to move thee;
But I can let thee ______ alone
As worthy to be loved by none.
I ______ confess thou'rt sweet; yet find
Thee such an ______ of thy sweets,
Thy favours are but like the ______
That kisseth everything it meets:
And since thou ______ with more than one,
Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd ______ none.
The morning rose that untouch'd stands
Arm'd ______ her briers, how sweet she smells!
But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands,
Her sweets no longer with ______ dwells:
But scent and beauty both are gone,
And ______ fall from her, one by one.
Such fate ere ______ will thee betide
When thou hast handled been awhile,
With sere flowers to be thrown aside;
And ______ shall sigh, while some will smile,
To see thy ______ to every one
Hath brought thee to be loved ______ none.