Brittle Beauty Brittle beauty, that nature made so frail, Whereof the gift is small, and short the season, Flowering today, tomorrow apt to fail, Tickle treasure, abhorred of reason, [fragile] Dangerous to deal with, vain, of none avail, Costly in keeping, passed not worth two peason, [peas] Slipper in sliding as is an eel's tail, [slippery] Jewel of jeopardy that peril doth assail, False and untrue, enticed oft to treason, Enemy to youth: that most may I bewail. Ah, bitter sweet: infecting as the poison, Thou farest as fruit that with the frost is taken: Today ready ripe, tomorrow all to-shaken. [broken] |
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