Look On Beauty, And You

That We Would Do We Should Do When We Would, For This 'would' Changes, And Hath Abatements And Delays As Many As There Are Tongues, Are Hands, Are Accidents, And Then This 'should' Is Like A Spendthrift Sigh, That Hurts By Easing.

[thine] Face Is Not Worth Sunburning.

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.

For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting Joy.