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by Sir Henry Wotton

 

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Passions in Poetry Home > All Poems > Classic Poetry > Sir Henry Wotton > And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus
Sir Henry Wotton
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On His Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia
by Sir Henry Wotton

You meaner beauties of the night,
Which poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light,
You common people of the skies;
What are you when the moon shall rise?

You curious chanters of the wood,
That warble forth Dame Nature's lays,
Thinking your passions understood
By your weak accents; what's your praise
When Philomel her voice shall raise?

You violets, that first appear,
By your pure purple mantles known,
Like the proud virgins of the year,
As if the spring were all your own;
What are you when the rose is blown?

So, when my mistress shall be seen
In form and beauty of her mind,
By virtue first, then choice, a queen,
Tell me, if she were not designed
Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?

 

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