Beauty, Alas, Where Wast Thou Born?

by Robert Greene

Robert Greene

Beauty, alas, where wast thou born,

Thus to hold thyself in scorn?

Whenas Beauty kissed to woo thee.

Thou by Beauty dost undo me:

Heigh-ho! despise me not.

I and thou in sooth are one,

Fairer thou, I fairer none:

Wanton thou, and wilt thou, wanton,

Yield a cruel heart to plant on?

Do me right, and do me reason;

Cruelty is cursed treason:

Heigh-ho! I love, heigh-ho! I love,

Heigh-ho! and yet he eyes me not.

Last updated November 21, 2017