Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die, because a woman’s fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care
‘Cause another’s rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flow’ry meads in May;
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be.
Should my heart be grieved or pined
‘Cause I see a woman kind?
Or a well-dispos
(George Wither)
More Poetry from George Wither:
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- Song I (George Wither Poems)
- The Contented Man's Morice (George Wither Poems)
- A Christmas Carol (George Wither Poems)
- Prelude (George Wither Poems)
- A Rocking Hymn (George Wither Poems)