Poems on Several Occasions | ||
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I
Pre'thee, why so angry, Sweet?'Tis in vain,
To dissemble a Disdain,
That Frown i'th' infancy I'le meet,
And kiss it to a Smile again.
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II
In that pretty Anger isSuch a grace,
As Loves fancy would embrace,
As to new Crimes may Youth entice,
So that Disguise becomes that Face.
III
When thy rosie Cheek thus checksMy offence,
I could sin with a pretence:
Through that sweet chiding Blush there breaks,
So fair, so bright an Innocence.
IV
Thus your very frowns entrapMy desire,
And inflame me to admire
That Eyes, drest in an angry shape,
Should kindle, as with amorous fire.
Poems on Several Occasions | ||