YOU CHARM'D ME NOT WITH THAT FAIR FACE

JOHN DRYDEN

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      You charm'd me not with that fair face
          Though it was all divine:
      To be another's is the grace,
          That makes me wish you mine.

      The Gods and Fortune take their part
          Who like young monarchs fight;
      And boldly dare invade that heart
          Which is another's right.

        First mad with hope we undertake
        To pull up every bar;
    But once possess'd, we faintly make
        A dull defensive war.

      Now every friend is turn'd a foe
        In hope to get our store:
    And passion makes us cowards grow,
        Which made us brave before.