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Poem by Henry King, Bishop of Chichester


Sonnet. VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire


VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire,
Thou wer't a wonder past compare:
But frozen Love and fierce disdain
By their extremes thy graces stain.
Cold coyness quenches the still fires
Which glow in Lovers warm desires;
And scorn, like the quick Lightnings blaze,
Darts death against affections gaze.
O Heavens, what prodigy is this
When Love in Beauty buried is!
Or that dead pity thus should be
Tomb'd in a living cruelty.



Henry King, Bishop of Chichester


Henry King, Bishop of Chichester's other poems:
  1. The Boyes Answer To The Blackmoor
  2. Sonnet. Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite
  3. Sonnet. Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes
  4. To His Friends of Christ-Church upon the Mislike of the Marriage of the Arts Acted at Woodstock
  5. To My Dead Friend Ben Johnson


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