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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fawnia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">AH! were she pitiful as she is fair, <br>Or but as mild as she is seeming so, <br>Then were my hopes greater than my despair, <br>Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. <br>Ah! were her heart relenting as her hand, <br>That seems to melt even with the mildest touch, <br>Then knew I where to seat me in a land <br>Under wide heavens, but yet there is not such. <br>So as she shows she seems the budding rose, <br>Yet sweeter far than is an earthly flower; <br>Sovran of beauty, like the spray she grows; <br>Compass'd she is with thorns and canker'd flower. <br>   Yet were she willing to be pluck'd and worn, <br>   She would be gather'd, though she grew on thorn. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah! when she sings, all music else be still, <br>For none must be compared to her note; <br>Ne'er breathed such glee from Philomela's bill, <br>Nor from the morning-singer's swelling throat. <br>Ah! when she riseth from her blissful bed <br>She comforts all the world as doth the sun, <br>And at her sight the night's foul vapour 's fled; <br>When she is set the gladsome day is done. <br>   O glorious sun, imagine me the west, <br>   Shine in my arms, and set thou in my breast!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Greene">Robert Greene</a></strong></div>