Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think

Ill News Are Swallow-winged, But What Is Good Walks On Crutches.

Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been All Words, And No Performance.

One Grain Of Incense With Devotion Offer'd 's Beyond All Perfumes Of Sabaean Spices.

Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think Crows Beautiful.

Shall This Nectar Run Useless, Then, To Waste? Or ... These Lips, That Open Like The Morn, Breathing Perfumes, On Such As Dare Approach Them, Be Untouch'd? They Must--nay, 'tis In Vain To Make Resistance-- Be Often Kissed And Tasted.