Dost see how unregarded now

Dost see how unregarded now

that piece of beauty passes?

There was a time when I did vow

to that alone;

but to mark the fate of faces.

That red and white works now no more on me,

Than if it could not charm, or I not see.

And yet the face continues good,

and I have yet desires,

Am still the self same flesh and blood,

as apt to melt

and suffer from those fires.

Oh, some kind power unriddle where it lies,

Whether her face be guilty or my eyes?

She every day her man does kill,

and I as often die.

Neither her power then, nor my will

can questioned be,

what is they mystery?

Sure beauty's empires, like to greater states

Have certain periods set, and hidden fates.