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To a Young Beauty
| Dear fellow-artist, why so free | | With every sort of company, | | With every Jack and Jill? | | Choose your companions
from the best; | | Who draws a bucket with the rest | | Soon topples down the hill. | | | | | | You may, that mirror for
a school, | | Be passionate, not bountiful | | As common beauties may, | | Who were not born to keep in trim | | With old Ezekiel’s cherubim | | But those of Beauvarlet. | | | | | | I know what wages beauty gives, | | How hard a life
her servant lives, | | Yet praise the winters gone: | | There is not a fool can call me friend, | | And I may dine at
journey’s end | | With Landor and with Donne. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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