“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 flowery meads in May,If she be not so to me,What care I how fair she be?” IfsLoveMayCareDiesCausesDespairFairsCheeksPaleRosyMead Book:The poetry of George Wither Source: The poetry of George Wither
“Roses bloom, and then they wither; Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by.” LightDiesVisionShapesRoseFadesCheeksVicissitudes Book:The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch Source: The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch