To His Forsaken Mistress
Sir Robert Ayton
1570 to 1638
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Thy favours are but like the wind
The morning rose that untouch'd stands
With sere flowers to be thrown aside;
To see thy love to every one
Such fate ere long will thee betide
As worthy to be loved by none.
Hath brought thee to be loved by none.
But I can let thee now alone
Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd by none.
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
And I shall sigh, while some will smile,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
And I might have gone near to love thee,
When thou hast handled been awhile,
And since thou canst with more than one,
That lips could move, had power to move thee;
But scent and beauty both are gone,
That kisseth everything it meets:
Her sweets no longer with her dwells:
I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
Arm'd with her briers, how sweet she smells!
And leaves fall from her, one by one.
I do confess thou'rt sweet; yet find
But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands,